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Having transformed life into art the Javanese have a word for it; Tjotjokto fit, as a key slides smoothly into an old lock once use has grooved them into easy harmony. Tjotjokto defy gravity, as slim limbs pedal balloon-tired bicycles down broad Jogiakarta streets slowly, soundlessly, space- suspended dreams moving in soft brown waves that take the breath as they remind us that the journey is all we are given. |
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Poetry: Jerry Bass / Art: Amy Ione
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