(Photo property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia) Shadows, forms, concrete and rusted iron, cobblestones, old paint, faded enamel, a corner in the cul de sac of nightmares, and a moment to stand quietly somewhere… I see a shadow black and growing menacing, that moves with bad intent and silent strength, it seems to shift…
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