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  Anon. had arrivèd after the race riots of Paris.  As an artist.  Anon. didn't know it at the time.  At the time, Anon. was laying flowers at the feet of African women in busy town squares.  Anything to make a statement; confusing the establishment.  A naïve but true sentiment.  

  “Why did Solomon of the Torah not name his lover Sarah?– the anonymous dark stranger, Naviah, as per the mother, Mater Matuta,” said Anon. to one-of-them.  

  “Why thank you, monsieur,” said one-of-them, °atzmam°, one-of-them, in reply, °akhorai°, in reply.  

  {accepting the gift}  

  « Bonsoir. »  

  At that, Anon. left her,  

  {pursuing another idea}  

  Pursuing another Eidolon within the Apophenion æon.  

  “You're supposed to say « bonsoireé … »,” Anon. heard another say as she was walking away.  Anon. slept on a park bench that night.  As if Anon. was waiting for some reward for all the hard work that Anon. was doing on behalf of racism in Paris.  

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