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So beautiful, Marie – “I am hot” she said and he asked: “Should I make you a hole into nature?” Blood flows (down). Blood, warm and black, like pasty bitumen. “If you are cold, you cannot freeze anymore”, he says and blows out the sun, because God did not.

Text by Anna Töws

Image © Xecco

Image © Kübra SaÄÄn

Image © Danny McShane

Image © Comus

Image © Rachel Riley

Image © Teresa Queirós

Image © Nina Raasch

Image © Yu-Hong Kuo

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