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A flat X made of swizzle sticks connecté at the centre by a sphère , with each barbecue point holding a small human tête that faces out at us, rather than in the direction of revolution. Each little cerveau is enamoured of us, wants out talk, our breath, our stories of the bleu ciel . |
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