--Richard BrautiganThere are doorsthat want to be freefrom their hinges tofly with perfect clouds.There are windowsthat want to bereleased from theirframes to run withthe deer throughback country meadows.There are wallsthat want to prowlwith the mountainsthrough the earlymorning dusk.There are floorsthat want to digesttheir furniture intoflowers and trees.There are roofsthat want to travelgracefully withthe stars throughcircles of darkness.
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