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在灰色的三月，寒风萦绕，春天的希望依然藏在心底。永璂记
2025-10-25 14:29:34
An autumn day and the first winter night in the high mountains: it is hunting season. The paths of animals and humans cross and fade away. Swathes of mist blur the boundaries between dream, imagination and reality.
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