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A delta 地図 of rivers below our bomber, as we 頭 towards wherever we were built to go. The 風景 drops out of the frame, as we leave the 地球. Or as the 地球, disgusted with our violent habits, leaves for another 部屋 in the solar-system-sized apartment we share with it. |
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