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J'ai éteint le radar, et me suis dirigé vers la Lune.

	A delta carte of rivers below our bomber, as we tête towards wherever we were built to go. The paysage drops out of the frame, as we leave the terre . Or as the terre , disgusted with our violent habits, leaves for another pièce in the solar-system-sized apartment we share with it.

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A delta map of rivers below our bomber, as we head towards wherever we were built to go. The landscape drops out of the frame, as we leave the earth. Or as the earth, disgusted with our violent habits, leaves for another room in the solar-system-sized apartment we share with it.