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Sometimes you enter a room and you already know that you will spend hours trying to get the best shot all its precious corners. 

There are places that have a story to tell. The walls, the objects, the decaying matter.

Everything is sings this story to the ears of your sight. Like a mermaid, the light pulls you to those details and you find yourself spending entire afternoons in that abandoned space, click after click, hypnotised by the fading beauty of this rotting form. 

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