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I try to draw the flowers on the roadside that I saw in the past and the flowers that I got at the piano recital, which I don’t consciously remember, it is only a fragmentary image. Place the cell on the canvas like a broken electronic device. 

It pops up looking grumpy saying “I remain who I am”. Differs from the memory but indeed it’s definitely that flower besides it’s more beautiful than I remember. 

Someday, the world in the screen is all you see, and the "flowers on the screen" become "flowers", there are only neatly arranged cells. 

 Remember that there were beautiful flowers with a core that were uncertain and fragile.

What is the essence of substance.What is the reality? haruna asks.

Concept: ようこそ!
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