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a circle) and assumes the last number, etc.]. So we were sitting down on these pillows, some
of us lying on the pillows rather than sitting as abovementioned, and then some others also
wanted to lie similarly down, until, at some point, drawn by the apparent comfort of it all, it
became the thing to do, lie down, that is. And, of course, once we were all lying down, when
someone made a mistake and had to change position in the circle, it seemed logical, and
proved much funnier, for us to roll into the new order of things.
And it was fun. And we gave it a name. And we played it again. And we saw that it was good.
Hence, Rollover.
Meanwhile, Handland:
So we reached a hiatus with the rolling and the overness. It was fun. We were fun. And we
were also tired. So, for one of those reasons that require deeper inquiry than we wish to inquire
into, we decided, all together, to roll over. Just once. Not over each other. But just over,
from lying on our stomachs to lying on our backs. And for some other inexplicable reason,
we sidled towards each other until we found our selves, heads together, ear-to-ear, like spokes
in a wheel. And one of us started humming, which is something that lying ear-to-ear seems
to make you want to do. Which led all of us to start humming. And then a couple of us
raised our hands up, just kind of swaying and dancing to the tuneless tune we were humming
into being.
And a few others joined in, and we couldn’t but help note the weirdness of all those hands in
the air, apparently without owners, like separate beings.
So we let our hands get to know each other. Kind of like puppets. Like maybe snake puppets
or dragons or fish or swans maybe. And our hands started talking to each other, and greeting
each other and loving each other and celebrating that we found each other in Handland
together.
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