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0 voto(s)The Song of the Chrysalis
Inhale – Winter. Bird chirps, light and city life sneak through the cracks of the windows. Spaces clad in walls wrap our hibernators, interwoven by gestures and daily rituals. Exhale – Spring.
Inhale – Winter. Bird chirps, light and city life sneak through the cracks of the windows. Spaces clad in walls wrap our hibernators, interwoven by gestures and daily rituals. Exhale – Spring.