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Spook Country

Supernatural thriller Most of the time in this. Life we were asleep. They are nothing but ghosts now. Haunted by past memory. Most of the time. English life was spooky. Occasionally normal. I didn't paint a self -portrait. I didn't sign my artwork. Routine Dull life Adult life not exist. Does it illusion Isn't it. Despite the physicality Of it all. Wasn't the devil perfect In England.

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