A terrible weariness fills the soul of my heart. I feel sad for whom I never was, and I don't know with what kind of nostalgia I miss him. I fell, with every sunset, against my hopes and certainties.
Fernando Pessoa
August Sander
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He delights in exploring true “empty quarters” those zones that lie outside urban boundaries and off the paved paths For him these are th...
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