风中舞动的身影,如梦似幻,皆为虚无。佣兵的战争txt下载全本
作者:戈慧清, 发布时间:2026-02-05 19:47:55
A man, that animal which shapes its environment, which also shapes its brain. A fog, a bit harder than the air – the dust of stones. A hexagonal structure, like a monolith of which one dare not ask questions. Two hundred kilometres from Beijing I found a sculpture factory where men lived amidst rocks that were waiting to be broken, cut, polished. The same gestures come back...
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