H.N.M. – Thorben Gröbel

H.N.M. – Thorben Gröbel

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Fingers first, longing towards the crisp material to push it aside. Enough space for the rest of the body to follow, squeezing carefully through the curtain. Feet are touching the tiles made to resist water. No sign of it whatsoever. A smell of dryness, a sense of dirt. When will the water?

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