It's not the dark–blanked windows across the street at night that on beach Time Shares within our lovedom, blend so right. It's seeing you. Here again. Along venues of simple elegance.

This contradiction is condensed within the aptronym Casey Falls: her first name recalls Jim Casy, the preacher who is sacrificed helping migrant workers in John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, while her surname evokes Eve and the Fall.

There's a book of simple answers for that: The Codes. But you miss the context. It's not the meat, it's the motion. It's the way they reason.

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