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Mar 2016
'He walked on dusty roads, alone he walked away. Tearing his flesh apart, everyday. He walked until he could no more. The road ended suddenly, his feet got sore, But still he kept on walking forward... on thin air for his eyes to see. He left his own skin, to walk free.'
-- F.D. Prenger.
Felicia Diana
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Felicia Diana  Amsterdam
(Amsterdam)   
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