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 Gentian summary at key aquatic duct point. listen treelike in faith and parting. Pock forever rumour mill to deign caustic rope dance.

The world Greek words got out of hand and city state.
Choose then now Uruk or Eridu posture, compound leaven mass.

Larger, one can think, than the preamble to justice: the County of Edessa. Stuck there in some apportioned earthspace, and let a time’s worth of being and non-being be. Furthermore about this word, that word, regions outside those words and, too, the stiffening. So smooth and intent. Just calling and just that.

Not alone in the venture of extent. That side of the Mediterranean offered comfort of place in name and notion, and the veriest effect of place on point, and point on earth, the holograph and palimpsest in active reflection of what’s there or could be. 

To wit: Southeast, the Principality of Antioch, the County of Tripoli, the Kingdom of Jerusalem, in time’s vent, just for the making. Marking earth with the usual temblors or society, with councils, jogged memory, ageless stone, and grande geste. No time in the history of time contains less in terms of final opportunity tho created on the basis of slabs, chunks, corporal means, and damage. And every side of the point in space lodges within another, with the notion that no notion remains of any point but stone gateways to tone innocent stone. The map clearly emphasizes all of this, point by point, line by line, rock by rock.

History seals the time when something was said. Oghuz Turks started interacting with a number of Muslim cities. The map included schematics of endeavour. Places named in stillness, gods or other terms were invoked. The sea no longer stood for anything but distance crossed, or not quite.

The Seljuq Sultanate of Rum, The Principality ofu Armenian Cilicia, The Great Seljuq Empire, Fatimid Caliphate. Borders inspired by borders, severance, distinction. Maps have a hearty background in magic, believing points exist in space, that space can be more than a word, that word can be more than a place in time. The executive part certifies control, the state you are in. You swore the history you’d never join.


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