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The 洞くつ is made of patches of 石, glued together by starch, kept colored by 人工的 光 and the paying stares of the other tourists (where are they now?). ジェイコブ feels all this residue (almost able to make sense of one sound fragment we can't here, the voice of an announcer at a Redskins game, somehow still reverberating here in the 洞くつ ether). |
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