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Forgotten places. A door to anywhere.
This old door led me to think about what was at the other side. Maybe something, hidden, different, or a personal space. It was closed, but it can be opened and it was the gate to a change to a secluded space very different to the open and sunny street. What was inside? I don’t know. And I prefer to preserve it in this way, allowing me to imagine something different each time.