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Ils m'ont dit ... Petite bombe, nous sommes le 16 juillet 1945. Maintenant que tu es partie, ils vont t'élever un monument, et les abeilles viendront y vivre, et les soucoupes volantes . . .

	Space twists and rolls itself, hoping to exit through some vide point somewhere (the sombre point where the monde axle turns). As a result, all espace (and time too!) begins to take on a hyperbolic aspect, with things near seeming too near now (now is too much Now), and loin away things much too loin away (can't remember yesterday? There's a reason).

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Space twists and rolls itself, hoping to exit through some empty point somewhere (the dark point where the world axle turns). As a result, all space (and time too!) begins to take on a hyperbolic aspect, with things near seeming too near now (now is too much Now), and far away things much too far away (can't remember yesterday? There's a reason).