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J'allais dans la bonne direction.

	The lune bee-line flies through the triangle gaps, out to the sombre espace beyond the geometry. The tongue of an électrique abeille , talking in the sombre , among the cells, expecting an answer soon.

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The moon bee-line flies through the triangle gaps, out to the dark space beyond the geometry. The tongue of an electric bee, talking in the dark, among the cells, expecting an answer soon.