The world is a very puzzling place. If you're not willing to be puzzled, you just become a replica of someone else's mind.
The paintings in our galleries are seen one day in bright sunshine and another day in the dim light of a rainy afternoon, yet they remain the same paintings, ever faithful, ever convincing. To a marvelous extent they carry their own light within. For their truth is not that of a perfect replica, it is the truth of art.
You're advised not to drink the replica Arab spring water.
There's this group online that I frequent. It's a group of prop crazies just like me called the Replica Props Forum, and it's people who trade, make and travel in information about movie props.
I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.
The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
I thought it was a wonderfully conceptual act actually, to fire a replica pistol at a figurehead - the guy could have been working for Andy Warhol!