when they are fixed to the west, I saw something about the sky, at first seemed a little dot.
Then, a sheet of fog. And finally taken, unless some of my abbagglio, its some form.
It came near, approached, such as evading a fairy sea, pitching, or tacked tacked.
It came out a abbagglio, its some form: a speck, a mist, a shape. 
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