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Yohan Terraza, The Faceless


Where man flees rather than lend an ear, is the air in all its purity, bearing the flavors of life and existence will. Cold, dense, hermetic, struck fear the lack of listening, that’s what trying to talk the air that only the wind knew translate.

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