No need for honey...
No need for bikes...
No need for soup...
No need for bricks...
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About Me
- Nele Decock
- How do you survive the absence which sticks close on your skin and tastes on your lips when you breath the air? How surpising can presence be? What is the value of our values? What does it mean to be ecological minded and to get upset by a plastic bottle inthe steppe if you sin to the Uzbek prescription that you shouldn't throw away crumbles on the floor?
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