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Broken face = broken mask.
Yes, you’re right.
Bij mijn buren hangt er een vergelijkbaar beeldje naast de voordeur …
Zonnige groet,
Ah, leuk. Ik hou van oude beelden.
Nicely done. Good to leave in the right hand side
Thank you, Derrick.
I love your art, rabirius.
Thank you for the compliment, Jet.
Wow, something about that conjures up so many thoughts! Good one!
Thank you, Linda. I’m happy you like it.
Amazing photo Rabirius! 😎👍🏻
Thank you, John.
Die heeft al heel veel watertjes doorzwommen.Mooi in beeld gebracht
Bedankt.
OUCH !!!! So domestic abuse is nothing new….. Dang!
Yes, looks like it. 🙂
You will raise a statue of me and place it in the town centre, so all future generations will marvel my exquisite beauty.
And so she demanded and so her hen-pecked husband obliged her wish.
Yes, things like that can happen sometimes.
Great photo!
Thank you.
Wonderful photo! Such a fragile piece..
Thank you, Dee.
Wonderful 🙂
Thank you, Joshi.
rabirius, much like a broken heart. One cannot always find the pieces. Excellent work!
When the pieces are scattered, some of them might be hard to find.
Thanks and greetings.
My pleasure, rabirius.
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