Maybe she likes them because each line is distinct, one from the next, and that's comforting when one is new to a world so fraught with ambiguity. Maybe she likes the multitude, the crowd of them together, packed like sardines. She was packed like a sardine not too long ago. Maybe they're like harmonic frequencies, and when she looks at them there's a resonance. Who doesn't like parallels - stands of trees, comb teeth, zebras, a marathon's thousands of bouncing upright parallel persons. They seem to delight her and set her at ease: all of the cast-iron gates of Brooklyn, and the venetian blind store on the corner that's never open where the lady with the loud voice hangs out with her plump yellow dog - now that's a window to gaze into.
Comb teeth, ahhh what a great image, all of them are. Zoe this is so great. it's her baby book of sorts. someday you can print out the pages of this in smaller size and paste them in a book for her.
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