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Looking through a fenêtre in the roof, down at the sol of a Cretan temple, down at the abeille splayed on the sol , in devant of an out of frame alter. The abeille listens to the unintelligible transmission of prophecy; the priestess echoes proto-words spoken a thousand years before by a muffled buffalo as it sank into the quicksand at La Brea tarpits, somewhere near modern jour Los Angeles. |
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