Sur la boue de mare, juste avant que le coucher du soleil, douzaines de starfishes aient ramp. Il tait comme si la boue taient un ciel et de normes, imparfaites toiles s'est dplac travers lui aussi lentement que les toiles relles croisent le ciel. D'un seul trait elles se sont arrtes, et, comme si ils avaient simplement augment leur rceptivit la pesanteur, ils sont descendus vers le bas dans la boue, fane vers le bas dans toujours elle et la configuration, et avant que le rose du coucher du soleil se soit cass travers elles ils taient aussi invisibles que les toiles vraies au point du jour.
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