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Mar 2022
I'm out of the bath,

the night wind dries me, somewhere --


a laughing squirrel.
"bewegingslijnen" - 9 ("motion lines" - 9, 2017, Rozalie Hirs)

Collection "Skin-contact"
Zywa
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