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Back at the cave , the abeille are watching, out of noir and whitecomb, probably located somewhere near the underarm of the apisculpture corps that stand all nuit in the lumière , waiting for their future inhabitants. Each of these little cells stuck to the edge of this frame are yeux that look in slightly different directions; the abeille , hiding in the sombre , make their picture of the monde out of all those fragments . |
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