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Oneness The art gallery building leaned slightly to one side sinking slowly with the weight of time. The gallery curator loving repositioned off-kilter frames daily. Each piece was a journey into the eyes of the artist. Stories told in chalk, ink, paint, pastels, paper, canvas, and fabric offering an invitation to amuse the muse. To travel while standing still. A flashlight for the brain to witness cold metal warmed into human shape, clay and wood transformed by touch. This space was a sanctuary and art glues our humanness together.