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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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A little blue boat lies at unspecifiable co-ordinates, in one of those zones in the world where planes and people disappear, never to be rescued, salvaged or dealt with by any of the other possible ways people deal with what's found. The boat has floated there for years, curiously unmoved by tempest or tsunami and unbleached by the sun nor reflectant of the moon's rays, for an impenetrable fog surrounds it. No current of time pulls and pushes it, so that it continues to drift, undiscovered, in that zone where things get lost.




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