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"the ceiling moved", video loop

muted colors, high resolution

it is the time when there are no shadows

everything seems empty of substance, of weight, of inhibitions

grayness stands still, silent and distant

unable to touch her 

and still,

if she pays a little attention

she can hear it simmering deviously

almost calling her willingly to surrender

zeta tsermou hand

'interior days', photographs

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