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Hive-Maker the mirrorman stares out at us. His tête , knodding motion, stutters 5 times, as he is only an altered sample of some other image of himself. Perhaps he is only a composite self, one of many others who have suffered various vengeance's and return to this monde multiplied, clumped together in quivering composite shapes, like abeille clinging to branch in the forme of an accidental fruit. |
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