Galleria Ronga
Crane, less
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God's silence is necessary
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Yhhyh hyi
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Forget-me-not
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Living / Breathing
Each time I come here, a little bit of something has changed. A wall has been painted, some new plant or twenty plants brought in, an old pump organ appeared in the hall, laundry done and left drying, furniture and sofa chairs in the hall moved into various new kinds of comfortable arrangements.
Last time someone had brought me a tree. Often there is no-one and it’s all quiet especially in the afternoons, yet the building breathes and lives.
Last time someone had brought me a tree. Often there is no-one and it’s all quiet especially in the afternoons, yet the building breathes and lives.
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