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RAYGUN GOTHIC GMB.Chomichuk presents 1. Time was strange for me. I looked at the stone and listened to the bird’s call and breathed deeply under my mask to take in the heavy air of the seaside morning. It could have been five thousand years before. There might have been a ship made of timber and pulled by rope-harnessed wind just about to crest the horizon. The pace of the world does not change, only the things in it become different.

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