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A Curtain moves from right to left

I guessed the inhabitants are there

Who they are no one knows -

 

One this special occation we always go to that place

That Place that no ones knows it's a packt

made since we met

 

Treasures to be found in public and private.
Casts of found residues of the forgotten handkerchiefs and hello tissues.
In the landscape we nd tissues of assorted tissue texture.
Both casted forms not only preserving its imprint but also its behavior, mood, texture and shape.

Some are melancholic, forgotten, indulging, peppy, hygienic, and intimate.
Intimate details in between the ower and the checks.
Leaves me with more then an imprint.

 

 

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