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Jada

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But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turn’d so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore

-D. G. Rossetti-

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Letizia

The true beauty of music is that it connects people. It carries a message, and we, the musicians, are the messengers

-R. Ayers-

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Valentina

I hate cameras. They interfere, they are always on the way. I wish: if I could work with my eyes alone

-R. Avedon-

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