On the turn

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Advance, retreat, swish, retreat.  You can’t be sure of the dancing frontier.  It may come fronting you, or obliquely, or surreptitiously rise through the ground behind.  At last however a landmark is reached, a boundary overstepped.  Your footing liquefies.  You look for your landmark, but you know you will never see it again.

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