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To my little Tomato, to you.

My little tomato’s gone. My little tomato’s not gone.
There, inside, is this inneffable story of the both us, colliding, creating, destroying like two kids stumbling upon a particularly fun toy and never getting enough of the play. The fact that he’s been subjected to destruction 100% more than me doesn’t change this fact :
He now lives inside this huge and unfathomable being he crashed into. Me.

Size people, friends, here are some graphic memories of the terrific storm.

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