Klimt it is this Sunday. And not his goldplated kisses but trees. Birches to be exact. As those remind me of autumn. Or summer ending. Whichever you prefer.
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Klimt it is this Sunday. And not his goldplated kisses but trees. Birches to be exact. As those remind me of autumn. Or summer ending. Whichever you prefer.
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