View is the panning of pane of glass, plain and dull, with scratches and slashes. View is already going back, blur is gone, focus now on. View was dull and dead as skulls — as skulls to ash — yet more life in them. View: with elements, with content, with scene; eyes unfold, faces seen. And view is now a gradual clash of red and yellow and blue and black. View begins to make sense.
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