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Later I thought: that: the blurred face: which I had seen several times: on my way to the center  - it was his.
On the recordings from those days: he stands in his cabin
- hands on the windowsill - looking toward the rings.
The retreating
            sector D
                  is bathing now: in its own cooling gloss:
    and: I'm thinking about the last sentence from his diary:

To the right of the machine block: I noticed a light red diode.
I was scared: that: the maintenance panel had gone - but it was something else -
An animal. A Cat. 
She scanned me motionless for about two seconds: and smoothly spread inside of long shadow under the stairs.
Two seconds.
    Why does her look offend me so badly?




                                                        



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