One day a dear friend wanted to introduce me to one of his friends. And as usual with this kind of meeting, something remarkable happened. What followed was the first time Bruno came to the gallery, carrying a little box, a casket made of wood filled with little photos, precious, some slightly damaged, others with their twins or triplets.
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