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Surveillance Notes

04/28/2026 14:58h
In Sweden, they whispered all winter, counting the frozen minutes. In France, they branched out. Tips of experience. In England, they dreamed of Ireland. In Ireland they seemed to be lonely. Germany was Belgium then was Spain. Italy was something else again. Portugal, Portugal, Portugal: they said that a lot because they never went back. Later in Hungary, he lay on his back and watched the clouds — so few of them but each one big and fluffy. In the first dream the angel was having a dream; in the next dream the angel still clung to his story.