Baraccopoli Di Lungo Stura Lazio, Torino.

The skinny shiny bottom of a thin Clari crawling around, sticking its snout into the soil, tickled by a lowing wet muzzle, sniffing and licking the moon-round face gleamin’ at anything that expresses a void that their communities had filled with edifices and monsters in order to understand the absence of ground.

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