[The sighted woman asks the blind
man, how do you see beauty? The
blind man replies, In the same way
you close your eyes & imagine
taking a warm bath, how it feels to
float–––this is how I see beauty. ]

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Ali Whitelock reads 'A TABLE IS A FLAT SURFACE WITH LEGS–––CE N’EST PAS UNE PIPE'