The exhibit before the exhibits looks like a bowl but is a funnel— Drop a penny into a track along the rim, the coin rolls in, circles the bowl, and, like a roller derby star, skates around the wall and sometimes—maybe it’s my imagination—parades higher before its circles shrink, the penny rattles its last [...]
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