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Obsessive detailed spins and arcs; these letters fall for a million years, clustered with others of their kind, and all the while they obsessively attempt to perfect the spin of their fall... playing with shudders that take them away from the group, a meter away, two meters away, the others are all becoming somewhat sombre and faint, hey, wait a sec, wait for me... and then with a quick and certain counter-shudder, sliding back to join the crowd. This is their entertainment, this is their meaning, this is what they do all jour long, all nuit long, all year long. |
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