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The Elect
My mind
wondered into foreign paths. I pictured a carriage, gowned
in beads, flying trough the night, with an angel of light as
the driver. The name of this sculpture came to my mind
"Journey to the promised land." The passengers inside the
carriage are such elect, and humble beings that they are
taken by an angel to their destination...
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