We had a beach Home #246: Hotel, Palermo Home #247: Apartment, Santa Flavia Home #248: Apartment, Warsaw Home #249: Farm, Tisvildeleje Home #250: Farm, Holsted Home #251: Hotel, Esbjerg Home #252: Farm, Skjern Home #253: Farm, Tisvildeleje Home #254: Apartment, Malmö Home #255: Apartment, Copenhagen Home #256: Farm, Holsted Home #257: Theater, Holstebro Home #258: Apartment, Aalborg In the street of cold the eyes are wider empty hands reach for my face We are without eyes and ears the march of stones lonely is shared. We are the furrowed brow the growing smile We are the trembling chin please come today x Object
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