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"don't worry", she laughed, "he won't bite and if he does it won't be nearly as painful as the thought of it." "What a joke", I thought being frightened when it was obvious that even the machinery was rusting let alone the question of whether the parts were connected or not. But all the same it's strange holding out your palm upwards in a gesture that the old fools couldn't see. No one knew how long ago they had lost their sight. For decades no one had noticed that the gestures hadn't changed. They continued their customs while the garden diversified and multiplied. Then one day, the walls fell down and we could see. "It's funny how things have turned out," she grinned.
