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»From a landlocked Berlin to the banks of the Lethe, here this Moon Wheel turns.

Geared by the bones of great Zion and Babylon, unspun from the screens of these dark waters.

Rolling hybrid bodies of farewells and welcomes seek to gather freely in radiant depths. For here is to be found some worship of the drum, some bright harness for the rattling fangs.

A memory of the north wind comes to rest amongst reeds and rubble, perhaps a breath through the wire and wood. A clue for the wandering body.

The result is a species of motion that can be replicated and re-modelled in response to all great fields & cities as well as premonitions of their demise. As the void in their wake is a problem only for the builder of bridges.«

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