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“A reflection of imperfection”
Questions with no answers. How do you really see me? Do you see who I am? Or do you see a reflection of who you want me to be? It’s the city itself who speaks. Everyone of us see and feel his place in a different manner. A delightful poem in first person walk with us in this fascinating thoughtful trip.
Director
Director
Status
Released
Original Language
EN
