In between
Past the harbour, a scrap yard. Everything is rusty and rotten. Between the corpses of boats: glimpses of water, glimpses of the sky....
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Past the harbour, a scrap yard. Everything is rusty and rotten. Between the corpses of boats: glimpses of water, glimpses of the sky.
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Oct, 2016Views
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