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Vignette 7.
Dear Diary,
I know the official picture looks funny.
But let me explain.
My love of geometry
led me to paint
interlocking hearts
adjacent squares
parabolic curves.
Atop the cliffs
overlooking the camino
were these huge boulders
gleaming in the sun.
Lowering myself from a rope,
I applied my stencils
in total darkness.
It rained.
It fell.
He died.
The authorities found
no cause for the tumbling rock
crushing him.
Of course,
I did not come forward.
Why would I?
I caused nothing.
Then why am I
explaining these things
to myself?
