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Altuzarra S/S 2014
Then one day, suddenly, it ends, it changes, I don’t understand, it dies, or it’s me, I don’t understand that either. I ask the words that remain— sleeping, waking, morning, evening. They have nothing to say.
by  Samuel Beckett, Endgame

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