All fog turns to foam.
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That time I observed in detail the axe nailed to one of the silk rocks.
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I discovered between the white hedge and the house a person sleeping in a fetal pose.
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He was twenty centimeters tall and covered his eyes with foam...
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It was a man of nine years old.
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That time I observed in detail the axe nailed to one of the silk rocks.
.
I discovered between the white hedge and the house a person sleeping in a fetal pose.
.
He was twenty centimeters tall and covered his eyes with foam...
.
It was a man of nine years old.
All fog turns to foam.
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