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Il m'a dit qu'il y avait des démons dans le désert.

	The rear montagnes swallow the horizon . They have the forme of a phoneme-waveform, a vowel caught in a ciel throat, a warning sigh meant to waken you to an alertness which, in the middle of your worry, will allow you to see the setting soleil colors prism'd by the mineral contour of the eroding montagne slopes, bright lumière shining here at the edge of espace and Humanity's immortal empire of breath.

39:56

The rear mountains swallow the horizon. They have the shape of a phoneme-waveform, a vowel caught in a sky throat, a warning sigh meant to waken you to an alertness which, in the middle of your worry, will allow you to see the setting sun colors prism'd by the mineral contour of the eroding mountain slopes, bright light shining here at the edge of space and Humanity's immortal empire of breath.