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wax on wood, 2012, 93 x 93,5 cm
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in summer, sounds carry viciously.
they quiver and ricochet, crashing
like lumps of flawed memory.
thus the din of the summer sun relays you,
never in the same moment.
the greatest cruelty of all, not knowing who you are.
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