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A festival of 暗い boats くるくる回る on the 空 river, ether flowing in eddies that push the boats around each other, as we fall gently down towards the カラの 水 between them, down, down, only the blue-black of the 水, and the chains of the anchors, and the mud, and then we get our bearings. Take a left. |
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