Imagine the room.  See it.  Be in it.  Remember that floor?  Those two sculptures near the doors?  The vault of the ceiling?  The room is vast, and the air moves eerily there.  Any rustle of clothing echoes, jarring the deep silence that emanates from the heavy curtains on the giant windows.  The room says, “Be still.  Listen.  Wait.”  We do.

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