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Aprile 1905

BORDERS ARE THRESHOLD LANDS. To cross one is to stand at the dawn and at the dusk of a journey; is doubt and echo of a past that still clings to the skin. The two protagonists know this well, suspended in the weighty everydayness of transformation.
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