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In the Garden of Lunar Grapefruit
The tense, cold fragrance of daybreak mysteriously batters the vast, sheer cliff of the night. On the glossy page of the sky, the first letter of a cloud was trembling, and beneath my balcony a nightingale and a frog raise aloft a sleepy criss-cross of sound. Calm yet melancholic, I make my final preparations, hindered by the subtlest emotions of wings and concentric circles.
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