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A snowstorm. An endless snowfield. Snow that never ends. A herd of white horses rushes past a chain of prisoners, dragging through the eternal night. As shadow intersects with light, so does death intersect with life. And this spontaneity is never-ending.
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Мяцеліца 2023
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