Tina Sosna:
Love is a lonely thing
Tina Sosna:
We enter the forest of flowers, right beside the river where a boat takes us to the other bank. I see marks from my sandals on my feet already. The sun is stronger this year. And so are we.
Helena Costa.:
Kelp dreams
Tina Sosna:
Your warmth in mine
Tina Sosna:
Cold hands warm each other
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Emilia
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Sabrina
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Shuji Kobayashi - karin