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06/08/2020

First it was canvas: white, smooth, like a high wall. The canvas absorbed, took away all the clarities that came from my eyes. Then came iron. Iron corpses after a storm, skinned, uprooted. Like autumn. The iron took, deleted all the forms that fell off my hands, like a skeleton of hardness.
Carles El Saure

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