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The blanc and waxy cave . Jacob stands small in the corner, surrounded by still air and fluctuating pierre walls, which might be part of a potemkin village constructed by US Park Service Rangers and left intact for him to accidentally découvrir . Or perhaps he has stumbled up the staircase to heaven and, stopping halfway up to take off his chapeau , gotten perdu on the landing, as the sound of the party fades away and the artichoke paste he had in his bouche an hour before, now sour and poisonous in his bouche , at first taste (a month has passed, so suddenly). |
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