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                                     The place where we are right                                      is hard and trampled                                      like a yard.                                      But doubts and loves                                      dig up the world                                                                       Yehuda Amichai                                       You find yourself in a stone crypt. There are no windows, and the door is locked from the outside.                                      How will you get out?                                                                      PZI miscellaneous koans, Case 20 Long after the garden daffodils and paper whites have finished, swathes of narcissus bloom on the south-facing and west-facing slopes around where Miss C’s house stood a hundred years ago. They flourish their sweetness on sappy stems from bulbs that withdraw all trace of themselves through summer and autumn and most of winter. Pa