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"At night I go into the woods to leave these remains of another life that I wish neither to keep nor to destroy (...)
I slip back to the room like a thief who's robbed herself."
Manhattan: Letters from Prehistory
Once the wound closes up we speak of it no longer, but we never forget it
Cross stitched embroidery
28 x 40 cms.
Microsismo o "you never lose reason you only exchange it for one equally but differently twisted"
Cross stitch embroidery
90 x 45 cms.
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