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| It happens that a gate opens where the eyes met only the uninhabited one.Forgotten .Deserted.Then the life infiltrates in the smallest fragments to irrigate the veins of a transformed matter, returned to its stone age in order to invent another history and measure another time , to undertake another voyage : that of a water which remembers its source. | ||||||||||||
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