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In the center of the room. In the absolute center of the room. He sits. There is a place to the side of him where a sharp square of light has rested. New afternoon sun on the wood and white. Wonder at it all. The plainness of lines intersecting. The abstract corners the sheltering box. Pastures lie there on the blond floor and wait. The landing figure of the meadow ponders his unaccustomed brow.