Mr.Keena:
My Memory
Mr.Keena:
Tree detail
Mr.Keena:
...darken...
Mr.Keena:
Going upstairs
Mr.Keena:
Marta's Back alley
Mr.Keena:
Left side from Marta's Back Alley
Mr.Keena:
I've been calling you...
Mr.Keena:
Spaces...waiting for you...
Mr.Keena:
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Mr.Keena:
Lines playing against the sky
Mr.Keena:
Walking around...
Mr.Keena:
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