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While walking in a field of red poppies, the continuous pattern totally surprised me. Flowers, buds, leaves and stems flung color all the way to the edges of the field as if caught and held inside a kaleidoscope. The mirrored colors stretched out in all directions. I watched the mosaic pattern produce a continuum that seemed to extend beyond its boundaries - beyond reasonable possibilities - each individual poppy playing a part in the continuum.
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