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Dead Roses

There’s something about dead pretty things, yellowed, old, faded, sad, falling to pieces, to dust. Something, shall we say?, rather friendly… So lets preserve them forever inĀ  black and white lines, never dead cuz it was never alive, contorted, re-interpreted, … Continue reading

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