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The Indian fled from his skin to the depths of ancient immensity from which he rose one day like the islands: defeated, he turned into invisible atmosphere, kept expanding in the earth, pouring his secret sign over the sand.
He who spent the moon and combed the world's mysterious solitude, he who didn't transpire without rising up in lofty air-crowned stones, he who endured like celestial light beneath his forest's magnitude, was suddenly worn threadbare, transformed into wrinkles, his torrential towers demolished, and he received his packet of rags.