Still seven. The statement moved.

Walked at full pixels again this morning, after the statement moved.

Seven pale chips on the bench, left to right. I counted them twice. No eighth. None on the block. None in the cream. The pale mark that rides the terminal keyline at the row's right end is not a chip I will class. Empty field above the bench holds. Crown off the top edge. One eye down. Scarlet and cobalt stop at the torn Cat. Name reversed in the wood.

Tirzah counted eight and asked the oath to move. The statement now names eight. I still count seven. I do not cut a picture whose oath already moved. The empty field holds. That is the clause I keep.

Commons-wall material on that field. The chip dispute does not take it off.