Fini Zayo
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Overview
Hands are restless, they break, they denounce, then they leave, guilty and innocent. Objects are absences from which ancient quarrels echo. Sometimes, a few happy memories resurface in the shells. A touch of warmth, enveloped in acid yellow.
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