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SuSaNa
SaLiNaS ToLosa
Installations and more
When you put the hat on
You cannot see the mountain
When I was in Holland I stayed in a girl's room
During the Way of Santiago I sent postcards
My grandmother used to keep the apples in the attic
In the fields of Castilla I buried some objects
I want you to do for me what I cannot do for myself
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