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A small blanc boîte , and what's inside it. Looks a little bit like James Hive-Maker, though you may have to squint just a little bit for the resemblance. An enlarged image of abeille vocal cords, singing extra melodies all around the sunlit fields. The voice boîte of that one lone abeille that managed to escape the terrible winter experiments of Zoltan Abbassid . |
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