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Swamp? Something munching under my feet. I had to move a little forward in order not to get bogged down in a strange slush. As I was here, the question did not interest me, seemed to be dozing off and transported into this strange world. We had to get out. Ahead loomed an island with land around which bumps floated. I climbed up to one of them and, pushing away, rolled over to firm ground. I wanted to look around and dry things. But I did not have time to undress, because I felt someone's glance.
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