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| A natural gathering place ,also a place
of dispensation, of changed fortunes--once parched, now quenched,
once dry & empty, now full and moist--the fountain was birthed
by desire, spun out of swirling dust. Wishing you well, She calls
from the bottom as the copper tinkles to rest .
Think of the day dreams as water bearers would draw up the water--a long awaited drink, a luxurious bath, a life saving salvo. The fountain, the well in the middle of the roundabout, is centered because of the centering qualities of water itself, of travel to the well itself. Like a magnet, water pulls us into motion, while we envision drawing out our trajectories, making elegant swoops and curves towards our destinations, oblivious to the centering properties of H2O, instead gratified by the aesthetics of spraying, spouting, or gushing water sculptures. Travel, usually considered a disjuncture, a tearing away, becomes an elegant U-turn which, rather than return you to your original path, spills you out onto a new course, equally as worn and tried as your previous, but newly sensuous in its shift askance. the mermaid glances over
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