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At the bottom of the box were wrapped instructions.

They must have been fitted in very cleverly, as when we unpacked them they covered every surface of the house.

And while I was in the bathroom you found others and spread them horizon to horizon.

In the night the wind blew them among the tree branches.

By morning they connected the mountains to the clouds.

And the rains of those days soon made you unsure what was mountain or cloud or instruction.

You'd tear away instructions and the diagrams and words would stay behind.

Soaked straight through the paper.

Go for a walk and they cover your arms, line your shoes.

Wash your hair after and come out tattooed.

The list of parts had made it to the moon.

All up and down the block you'd see people consulting it while searching the bushes and drains.

The parts themselves now nowhere to be found.