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A breve i miei lavori in vendita su Muuseum
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Giulia Neri
That moment in life when fears become an unavailable part of the game

That moment in life when fears become an unavailable part of the game

The saleswoman
The saleswoman
The saleswoman
The saleswoman
And finally came a July made of heat and books
And finally came a July made of heat and books
And finally came a July made of heat and books
And finally came a July made of heat and books
Summer in L.A
Summer in L.A
Summer in L.A
Summer in L.A
When you fell of helplessness
When you fell of helplessness
When you fell of helplessness
When you fell of helplessness
When you feel like you are not good enough
When you feel like you are not good enough
When you feel like you are not good enough
When you feel like you are not good enough
The summer without wind
The summer without wind
The summer without wind
The summer without wind
Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves
Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves
Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves
Why do people sometimes create problems for themselves
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
She is my mother. During my childhood, I saw her dry her hair under this strange noisy helmet and read as if nothing could disturb her. From her I learned to love books. I have never seen anyone read so much. She must have a world inside her, a world that I have only seen in passing.”
Thin air
Thin air
Thin air
Thin air
The power of words
The power of words
The power of words
The power of words
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