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Kia ora Giedrius

You need my greeting. You show a world of advanced decay. Every step sends up puffs of dust. You are defnitely showing us the dark side, the drab colours, peeling walls. floors that look beyond rescue & a mourning young man. The details though are sparse, bare. I have to wonder why the boy is not thinner. The sky, though beautiful seems touched by the same sense of decay. You did well.