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Un serpent ondule dans les hautes herbes.
Le soleil tombe et illumine l’horizon; un couple d’oiseaux énormes et inconnus passe au dessus de la coline.
Ici, au milieu des baobabs, sur le toit du monde, le télégraph reste à l'écoute.
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