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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 sombre on the left side of the écran to the sombre on the right, vide planes filled with thought... meanwhile, the spools of casette of filme roll away, and the end or beginning come closer and closer. |
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