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I like early mornings then I'm on my way with a cart and every day I find something that has been put on the pavements of the city, a teapot tools, books, mikado an outdated radio a kitchen chair and stuff In the winter I rummage about in the pub in the summer along the canals A failed, sometimes beloved man Till my true one and I will occupy an empty house with a teapot, books, mikado tools, an outdated radio a kitchen chair and stuff
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Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
Teapot Books Mikado
I like early mornings then I'm on my way with a cart and every day I find something that has been put on the pavements of the city, a teapot tools, books, mikado an outdated radio a kitchen chair and stuff In the winter I rummage about in the pub in the summer along the canals A failed, sometimes beloved man Till my true one and I will occupy an empty house with a teapot, books, mikado tools, an outdated radio a kitchen chair and stuff
Collection "Migration"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
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