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F4, 17.Jan.2016

The nights last longer than usual or they do not fade away at all, there is snow. The crowd is moving at the same rhythm unexpectedly approaching me to nudity of the body and soul. Call it whatever you want to call it, drugs, love, lack of all: life has a certain rhythm and today it remained unknown. 

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