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蜂 : 飛んでいるところ
A festival of dark boats twirling on the sky river, ether flowing in eddies that push the boats around each other, as we fall gently down towards the empty water between them, down, down, only the blue-black of the water, and the chains of the anchors, and the mud, and then we get our bearings. Take a left.