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Elsewhere
It’s strange how many countries and futureshave receded from you like the tide and that you, once so restlesswill now have to stand still. I used to picture you on some Chinese mountain your hair brushing the sky’s blue domeor in some other sceneyou painted with stories of your travels: glittering cities, lantern-hung alleys.You direct…