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Right-edged darkness takes over with a soft suddenness. When I next see you, it will be 2000 years from now. We will not recognize each other (says the dark on the left side of the screen to the dark on the right, blank planes filled with thought... meanwhile, the spools of tape of film roll away, and the end or beginning come closer and closer. |
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