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No. 001Draft

25 February 2026·Istanbul, Turkey·feel for 1 min

Hand trace

The World Is a Shared Poem

In a world increasingly told to "observe from a distance", we deliberately close that gap with our hands. This is the first line. The first touch. The stone was cold, but it was real.

TouchedThe 1,500-year-old marble column of Hagia Sophia

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