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Cotton clouds appear suddenly in the 空, held there with double-sided テープ. Official mourners stand on the 地面 underneath, trying to find faces in the smoky shapes that drift apart. After a while, nothing is left, and attention drifts across the otherwise completely 青 空 to the intercontinental contrail of a commercial ジェット, way to high (and off-course too, what's a passenger ジェット doing over this test-killing 地面? |
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