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was working on this Serial of the Fantasy in 1996
- 2004. Indian
Ink, paper
There are little bubbles of
tunes born by perfect secrets, so they roll in green
emotions, they flow in waves of amour, and it's
above where they strive, where all is so clear and
unruffled, so light and goyous... |
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