Following a noon concert, I stole a couple of hours in the sanctuary of the Old Dutch Church in Kingston, NY. Soggy sun bled through these ambers, clear and warm. White ceiling, red carpet--ripe for ceremony without the heft. There was silence of the type that jogs the memory. I could hear my heartbeat which reminded me I have a heart-with blood pumping in and out every second. Air, blood, flesh, refraction. Design illuminating systems we didn't design or animate.
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