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Snowdrops In a residential district of Kyiv, amidst the unremarkable gray five-story buildings, a tiny world has taken root in the courtyard. From beneath the melting snow, its damp yet colorful inhabitants peek out. Among them are old toys, household plastic, fabric scraps, and the stumps of former trees. Now repurposed, they still remain the cherished companions of "grown-up children." 03.01.2013

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