IX The Cave of Swimmers
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ays alongside s. Only desire makes tory errant, flickering like a compass needle. And tory. A mind travelling east and in torm.
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o ting and stole t. t into of t first day o traditions us in ing and ever ernal—a colourful fluid, a song, a rock drawing.
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of t of t, doo t full of moon.
o teau and stood there.
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time noon, and tars. t err as mucy degrees off ed for t of stars, t, ern from a long pole and t of t above tar reader.
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