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| From ✖ ToXic Noir ✖ |
Black, corroded by the salty, poisoned water, and here and there picked clean until the rusty skeleton, the boat floats tired, silent.
So much time is needed before the tides, the rain and the wind will shatter it in scraps and even more before it will rot and crumble.
Graduality of death, tenacious resistance of the shape to the extinction.
