The  lune , distorted, pushes in from the left, to take up residence on the right... in a little pocket hanging on the edge of great  espace , just big enough for it to rest its rump in and pant, trying to get breath back after the great groaning run from  écran  left.     Le lendemain matin me trouva à White Sands, les Sables Blancs, une vaste étendue de gypse pulvérisé, l'ingrédient principal du plâtre.