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Mar 2021
I can see myself,

from above: a dot, slowly –


moving to a goal?
“Het smelt” (“It melts”, 2016, Lize Spit)

Collection "Shelter"
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
127
   Ayesha and Sundas
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