Red.
The next night after the Red Moon. Here I am. My brain, again, at full throttle. And there I go, thinking… In ancient times a moon like that was an omen. Now we...
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The Voirol Gallery
Passion for Art, its Drama and Circumstance
The next night after the Red Moon. Here I am. My brain, again, at full throttle. And there I go, thinking… In ancient times a moon like that was an omen. Now we...
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