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I love visiting the old abandoned boats in the shipyards. I love to listen to the old marine stories they whisper, the memory of the water on their damaged bodies. I can feel their desperate need to sail away, again...I love caressing their aged skin with all these colors, layers, and traces of time and salt...Beauty and decay. Time passed and time passing... Traveled truth. Nude bones and opened bellies, wreckages, carapaces and skeletons, parts and elements...

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