[It seemed to all of them air sufficed...
They have sat down on my hands and began to eat crumbs of cookies...
They to me were native..
But having come back...
They any more were not...

When went a footpath among them..
Looked in the sky.. Really all and will be?
...]

[...Fragments of memory...
Thought I shall find a way out.. I shall remove...
Could not....
And what for again..
In fact this all without sense...

Can try again...
Suddenly it will turn out...]
[?...]

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