In the sense of the last words, backing away. In the sense of the stream, warmer. In the sense of the balloon, fragment. In the sense of the town. The place is central to an idea. The idea lends a map. A position based on word continues by simple process. A painting of a town. Actually a bicycle never gave out, the person of the town did. Finally the picture cleared, speech became language. No one wished to leave the town. Faced with the basis of a simple blue sky, some word lent a little. No one knows when to stop, but they always do. The town means people but do the people mean town? Politics is politics. It was great seeing you all!