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A flat X made of swizzle sticks 接続された at the 中心 by a 球, with each barbecue point holding a small human 頭 that faces out at us, rather than in the direction of revolution. Each little 脳 is enamoured of us, wants out talk, our breath, our stories of the 青 空. |
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