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05.06.09 / 12:18 am
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in my mind is the idyllic family: somewhere between birth and death, between cribs and tobacco pipes, together.my memory breaks into scattered shapes before the age of 6, when i still had this family. and after, the images crystalize and that great number dwindles to three. without this family, i grew up and forgot how to make room for others. the images became a man, driven for himself alone.
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