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 Room. Space. Open Stage. An extension of the body and a reduction of the world. My room, at the same time someone else's room; one body that calls bodies intertwined inside. Every time, I end up returning to the same room every time. To that space where all senses are stained white. A child is sitting in that space. The face of the child cannot be seen, covered by the light. I realize that is a - 

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