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My perspective between the rusty leaves is a dream house on the edge of the forest picked up on the way, in the fall Rich colours in the sun caress the wooden skin flakes of Mother Earth and I am passing by just a moment a guest
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Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
Picked up luck
My perspective between the rusty leaves is a dream house on the edge of the forest picked up on the way, in the fall Rich colours in the sun caress the wooden skin flakes of Mother Earth and I am passing by just a moment a guest
For Jan Keijzer, after a picture he made Collection "Ifless"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Mar 26, 2023
Mar 26, 2023 at 3:30 AM UTC
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