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The fly on the wall -now less an insect, more a multi coloured lump in an ever increasing patina- remained silent listening hard but still could not discern the direction of the transmission nor the nature of the hieroglyphs chanelling through the masked grafftist -the latest in a long to bring awareness to greytown of the infinitesimal line of messengers delivering codes from worlds other than theirs.
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