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"Azul y Plata" (Blue and Silver) is the first mural mural created by the Moraga collective, which is made up of inmates of the prison in Alhaurin de la Torre.

It depicts a seabed scene which includes sculptures of fish, jellyfish, sea urchins and seaweed made out of galvanised steel. It took 3 months to create and 3 weeks to put up.

This mural was inaugurated in April 2014 and can be found on Avenida Libertad in the Barriada Blas Infante.

 

"La Ruta de Murales Artísticos de Estepona" (Estepona’s Route of Artistic Murals) is an incentive implemented by the local council and the mayor, Jose Maria Garcia Urbano that was started in September 2012. The route is just one part of a local rejuvenation project.

The objective was to improve and enliven some of Estepona’s forgotten or neglected neighbourhoods and it was hoped that the series of murals that are spread across the town would put Estepona on the tourist map and make it a cultural destination. It was clearly a successful initiative and looking at the wide variety of murals it is clear to see why tourists and residents alike are eager to follow the route and view each of the murals (information by Marianne Hill).

While taking the pictures of the train I noticed this beautiful Austin Healey. The inmates watched the hustle and bustle at the station with interest. I took the opportunity to put the vintage train and the vintage car together in one picture. The driver left the engine running the entire time ... otherwise his barrow would probably not have restarted!!

 

Camera: Mamiya RB67 SD

Film: Kodak Portra 400

Scanner: Epson V850 Pro

ScannerSoftware: SilverFast

Hello my dear inmates!!

Today is Monday but it feels like any other day …. I absolutely lost track of time lol Today we are celebrating red as a color of a day at Color My world Daily Group. And at Macro Mondays the theme is shadow…

 

So, here is my contribution to these amazing Flickr Groups. Just for the record, my tiny black bicycle is about 2,5 cm long and I have it in several colors.

When you are reading this, I’m probably still a little bit off because of my double Easter celebration via FaceTime with my family and my in-laws. Yes, there was a lot of gin & tonic involved (you know me, I could not resist;-)).

 

Thank you so much for all your comments, Easter wishes, favs, positives toughs and your general support!! I will be back tomorrow with another picture and perhaps another story …

 

Thank you very much and I wish you and amazing day my friends!!

Dress and hat : :: ANTAYA :: Prison dress "Bonnie" At Engine room. Opening later today.

 

Male outfit and hat : :: ANTAYA :: Prison outfit "Clyde" At Engine room. Opening later today.

 

Hair : [Ginko Hair] #189 Hair. At Engine Room.

Head : lel evox / AVALON 4.0

Face Tattoo : Rubedo - Skarina. At Engine Room.

 

Decor :

DRD - Killer's Cabin - Shackles

DRD - Salem - Salem's jail - Shackles

Dirty Rat - Bunk Bed

Backdrop : VARONIS - DuskHall Cells

From my 2017 archives. Forlorn tiny inmate bedroom cell at Z Ward, where the criminally insane of Adelaide were locked back in 1885. The criteria for being an inmate was having committed a crime and posing a danger to others and/or themselves due to insanity.

 

I currently work at a non-profit organisation that provides support service to the intellectually disabled. We have come a very long way since the days of Z Ward. Today the Australian National Disability Insurance Scheme promotes individual rights to freedom of expression, self-determination and decision-making, and actively prevents abuse, harm, neglect and violence. This is further enforced by the NDIS Quality and Safeguards Commission.

The Iwahig Prison and Penal Farm (est. 1904), located in Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines, is a unique correctional facility known for its open-prison concept. Inmates are allowed to work on the vast 45,000-hectare land, engage in farming, fishing, and other trades.

The facility's rehabilitation program emphasizes work and reintegration into society. Inmates earn wages that can be used to support their families and save for their release.

 

We were able to visit the colony with an International Press Card.

Nowadays Iwahig has become a tourist attraction where visitors can interact with inmates, purchase handicrafts made by them, and witness the unique prison environment.

 

Original: Konica Autoreflex T4 (SLR - 1978)

Scanned slide edited with PSE 24 and DxO Nik filters.

A nice bit of detail in the gate to the infirmary at the old Eastern State Penitentiary. Corrosion and decay are everywhere in this place. It's a non-stop battle to keep a 185-year-old prison from turning into dust.

 

Self portrait I took while touring the Ohio State Reformatory in Mansfield, Ohio. It is where a lot of Shawshank Redemption was shot. It was very eerie. I was basically alone walking through the prison. Great for photography though.

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Hello my Flickr Inmates!!

 

I hope everyone had a great weekend and you are ready for another lockdown week to start!

 

Today we are celebrating plastic at Macro Mondays and red is the color of the day at Color my World Daily.

 

After, her alone time on the top of her mountain (see yesterday’s picture) Red Lady had eventually to go back to her family and her lockdown life. Once at home she decides to explain to everyone in her house how to properly wash their hands.

 

Of course, for some it was more difficult than for others. Mr. Plastic Dino was truly lost in the whole process… His hearing wasn’t that good so Red Lady had to climb 3 plastic legos to reach his level and talk normally without screaming like crazy…

Also, he had really short arms… He wasn’t able to see what he was doing, and which part of his hand was clean, and which wasn’t… He was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown… Poor Dino was crying hysterically and moving his small arms in an attempt to rub his hands together, but it was physically impossible.

 

So Red Lady thought of a solution. Instead of washing his hands like a doctor, why not put them in a water with soap and then ask someone to rub them for you…Yes, we all know that dinosaurs aren’t the most pleasurable thing to touch but maybe if you ask someone politely and you offer something in exchange, it will be possible. Mr. Dino was thrilled, he had a list of 5 people he could ask to rub his hands, including Red Lady. He offered her a bottle of sherry for each day of washing hands … Since you have to wash your hands very, very often and it is a lot of work for everyone, she asked for 2 bottles of sherry per day. Mr. Dino agreed but they didn’t shake hands to seal the deal (both of them didn’t want to wash their hands again), they just recorded the whole agreement on the recorder Lady Red had always in her purse.

 

So, after that, Red Lady climbed down her plastic ladder, put everything back in her plastic purse and ran to her dining room / lockdown time office, for another video meeting with her coworkers!! It starts in 2 minutes!!!

 

See you later my friends! Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts / positive vibes!! It is truly appreciated! I sincerely hope everyone is all right and you all have everything you need to survive this with a smile! Have a great day and see you soon!!

Dystopian world captured within a marble floor.

It was an inmate rebellion without a plan, without leadership and without goals. There were few heroes, plenty of villains and many victims.

When State Police marched into the Penitentiary of New Mexico on Feb. 3, 1980, they didn't retake the prison from rioting inmates so much as they occupied the charred shell after the riot had burned itself out.

Thirty-three inmates were found dead inside -- some of them horribly butchered by their fellow prisoners.

The emergency room at St. Vincent Hospital in Santa Fe was overwhelmed with more than 100 inmates -- some beaten, others suffering from drug overdoses.

 

Eight of the 12 guards who had been taken hostage were treated for injuries. Surprisingly, none of the guards was killed.

It was a black mark on New Mexico history as the nation was captivated by the horror stories that dribbled out of

 

Santa Fe. The riot began in the early morning hours of Saturday, Feb. 2, when guards entered dormitory E-2 on the south side of the Prison. The door to the dormitory wasn't locked, in violation of prison security procedures. Neither was a hallway gate that led to the prison control room. Four guards were taken hostage during the first few minutes of the riot.

 

In all, there were 15 guards on duty inside the prison that night, supervising more than 1,100 inmates.

Inmates rushed down the main corridor and broke the shatterproof glass at the control center. The guard on duty fled, leaving behind keys that could open most of the prison gates and doors.

The inside of the prison became a nightmare of violence. One Associated Press reporter later described it in a story distributed worldwide as a "merry-go-round gone crazy."

Fires were set. Inmates ripped out plumbing fixtures, flooding parts of the prison. Other inmates got into the infirmary and began taking drugs. Others began hunting their enemies, and found them.

 

The National guard at the Penitentiary

Sometime around 8 a.m. that Saturday morning, inmates began using tools from the prison to gain access to cellblock 4, which housed the "snitches" and inmates in protective segregation. The "snitches" met a horrible end.

One was hung from the upper tier of the cellblock, another decapitated. Most of the 33 inmates killed were from the segregation unit.

Early Saturday morning, fitful negotiations began with some inmate leaders. Ambulances shuttled the dead and injured to St. Vincent. Smoke poured out of the prison gymnasium.

 

It became clear later that neither the inmates nor the state had a single spokesman during the negotiations. Eventually, inmates made 11 basic demands. Some concerned basic prison conditions like overcrowding, inmate discipline, educational services and improving food. They also wanted outside witnesses -- federal officials and the news media.

 

Hostage guards were released. Some of the guards had been protected by inmates; others were brutally beaten. "One was tied to a chair. Another lay naked on a stretcher, blood pouring from a head wound," a Journal reporter wrote. Negotiations broke off about 1 a.m. Sunday and state officials insisted no concessions had been made. But the riot, fueled by drugs and hate, was running out of gas.

 

Later Sunday morning, inmates began to trickle out of the prison, seeking refuge at the fence where National Guardsmen stood with their M-16s. Black inmates led the exodus from the smoldering cellblocks, staying in groups large enough to defend themselves from other inmates.

It was over.

 

From the Attorney General's Report

  

Shortly before 2 a.m. Saturday, Feb. 2, 1980, inmates at the Penitentiary of New Mexico near Santa Fe overpowered four correctional officers ... in a medium security dormitory. The inmates rushed through the open dormitory door and, within minutes, captured four more officers.

 

Using keys taken from the officers, inmates freed fellow prisoners ... then moved through an open grill gate to the administrative area ... smashed their way into the main control center (and gained) access to every part of the main penitentiary building where 1,157 male inmates were under the custody and care of 25 correctional employees.

 

In the 36 hours that followed, 12 officers were held hostage, some of them beaten, stabbed and sodomized. Thirty-three inmates died at the hands of fellow prisoners, some of the victims were tortured and their bodies mutilated. At least 90 other inmates were seriously injured in the riot, suffering from drug overdoses or beatings, stabbings and rapes inflicted by other convicts. Most of the inmates had escaped to the outside of the walls by the time the riot was over.

 

Prison officials communicated with inmates throughout the weekend in an effort to negotiate the release of the hostage officers and the surrender of the inmates. By 1:30 p.m. Sunday, Feb. 3, 1980, the violence had spent itself; police and National Guardsmen retook the penitentiary without resistance.

  

(copied form the ghost huntes of NM website

 

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Inmate: Alejandro N. CDCR#V30780, was previously was part of a prison firecrew but was sent back after he was implicated in new crimes. Nunez has a long violent arrest record and is associated with violent gangs from the Los Angeles area.

IN THIS PICTURE: Alejandro just after being transferred.

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Food slot where stainless steel trays were passed to inmates from the kitchen. Nowadays, in prisons it is no longer permitted to give metal utensils or trays to inmates. -@Old Jail Museum (Check tag for more photos)

 

Some staff in charge of the actual tours on the building had encounters with the supernatural. From swinging ropes on the gallows, noises on the kitchen, orbs and voices.

 

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Each bedroom cell had a fairly large glass window looking out into the garden, with an open pane for airflow.

 

This window is missing its metal screen probably because the room was for a staff member. Another difference was the direction in which the door opened - outward for inmates, inward for staff.

 

Z Ward was a separate building at the Glenside Mental Hospital that catered for the criminally insane. The criteria for being an inmate was having committed a crime and posing a danger to others and/or themselves due to insanity. Built in 1885, it is now empty and preserved by the National Trust.

The crush of tourists make it difficult to get a good shot, but up above are rows of cells once occupied by the worst of the worst.

La vieille charité is a former almshouse, now functioning as a museum and cultural centre, situated in the heart of the old Panier quarter of Marseille in the south of France. Constructed between 1671 and 1749 in the Baroque style to the designs of the architect Pierre Puget, it comprises four ranges of arcaded galleries in three storeys surrounding a space with a central chapel surmounted by an ovoid dome.

In the seventeenth century the repression of beggars was conducted with great brutality in France. Guards called Chasse-gueux ("beggar-hunters") had the task of rounding up beggars: non-residents among them were expelled from Marseille, and natives of Marseille were shut up in prison. Often the crowd would take the side of the beggars during such arrests.

The almshouses served as workhouses for the beggars. Children were found jobs as domestic servants, cabin boys or apprentices with seamstresses or bakers. As time passed the work of la Vielle Charité grew, the number of inmates increasing from 850 in 1736 to 1059 in 1760. As the imprisonment of the poor became less acceptable, the numbers decreased to 250 in 1781.

The Iwahig Prison and Penal Farm (est. 1904), located in Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines, is a unique correctional facility known for its open-prison concept. Inmates are allowed to work on the vast 45,000-hectare land, engage in farming, fishing, and other trades.

The facility's rehabilitation program emphasizes work and reintegration into society. Inmates earn wages that can be used to support their families and save for their release.

 

We were able to visit the colony with an International Press Card.

Nowadays Iwahig has become a tourist attraction where visitors can interact with inmates, purchase handicrafts made by them, and witness the unique prison environment.

 

Original: Konica Autoreflex T4 (SLR - 1978)

Scanned slide edited with PSE 24 and DxO Nik filters.

Broto, Sobrarbe, Aragón, España.

 

Broto es un municipio de España en la provincia de Huesca, Comunidad Autónoma de Aragón. Tiene un área de 128,50 km² con una población de 531 habitantes (INE 2018) y una densidad de 4,28 hab/km².

La villa de Broto es la cabecera natural del Valle de Broto, y tradicionalmente ha sido el lugar de reunión del Conzello de Broto, una institución del valle que antiguamente hacía las veces de parlamento y diputación de todos los pueblos del mismo, donde se debían tomar todas las decisiones que implicasen a los vecinos de éste; concesiones de explotaciones forestales y agropecuarias, regulaciones económicas y arrendamientos, facerías (especialmente importantes en este lugar las que lo unían con el valle francés de Barèges), tribunal, etc. La institución todavía es funcional hoy en día, aunque en un grado mayor de como lo estaba antiguamente, hoy en día es gobernada sobre todo por los núcleos de Broto y la vecina Torla-Ordesa. Sus funciones están hoy muy menguadas respecto al grado de autonomía de que gozaba con los antiguos fueros, dado que contaba con auspicio de la casa real aragonesa, siendo por primera vez regulado su funcionamiento en el siglo XIII.

 

El Conzello efectuaba sus reuniones dentro del edificio de la Cárcel, que además incluye dependencias que se utilizaron hasta el siglo XVIII como prisión, y donde algunos de los reclusos realizaron grabados en las paredes, algunos de ellos con singular destreza, que se han convertido en uno más de los múltiples atractivos de la villa, siendo visitables en fechas concretas.

 

El núcleo de Broto se estructura en torno a la carretera nacional, llamada Avenida de Ordesa a su paso por la villa, con todos los comercios abiertos a ella. La iglesia se encuentra en la parte más elevada del pueblo, al mismo lado de la carretera que la cárcel, aunque esta segunda se encuentra más cerca del río. Por el lado sur de la carretera cabe buscar la Plaza de las Herrerías (también llamada "de la Santa Cruz" o "de los Porches") que constituye una de las visiones más hermosas de la población.

 

Los dos barrios que componen Broto están separados uno a cada orilla del Ara, con el barrio de la Santa Cruz en el norte, y en el sur el llamado Barrio de los Porches. Es una costumbre muy arraigada en los pueblos del Alto Aragón considerar y nombrar como barrios diferentes simples agrupaciones de casas que, como en este caso, están separadas únicamente por un curso de agua sobre el cual se levanta un puente. Antiguamente ambos barrios estaban unidos por un único puente medieval que fue desgraciadamente destruido en el transcurso de la Guerra Civil (cabe destacar la crudeza que alcanzó dicho conflicto en esta zona de Aragón, llegando a su punto cumbre con el fenómeno llamado la Bolsa de Bielsa). Hoy en día entre ambos barrios la carretera circula por un puente de hormigón.

 

Actualmente, puente románico sólo se conserva el que cruza por encima del río Sorrosal junto a la llamada Cascada del Sorrosal, un salto de agua que se precipita de una pared de roca hasta caer por debajo de la villa de Broto. El puente del Sorrosal está hoy en día cerrado al tránsito de personas que tienen que pasar por un puente paralelo habilitado a pocos metros y que, así mismo, conduce al vecino lugar de Oto.

 

Broto is a municipality of Spain in the province of Huesca, Autonomous Community of Aragon. It has an area of ​​128.50 km² with a population of 531 inhabitants (INE 2018) and a density of 4.28 inhabitants / km².

The town of Broto is the natural head of the Broto Valley, and traditionally it has been the meeting place of the Conzello de Broto, an institution of the valley that formerly served as parliament and deputation of all the towns of the same, where they had to take all decisions involving its neighbors; forest and agricultural exploitation concessions, economic regulations and leases, faceries (especially important in this place those that linked it with the French valley of Barèges), court, etc. The institution is still functional today, although to a greater degree than it was in the past, today it is governed mainly by the towns of Broto and neighboring Torla-Ordesa. Today its functions are greatly diminished with respect to the degree of autonomy it enjoyed with the old fueros, since it was sponsored by the Aragonese royal house, its operation being regulated for the first time in the 13th century.

 

The Conzello held its meetings inside the Prison building, which also includes rooms that were used as a prison until the 18th century, and where some of the inmates made engravings on the walls, some of them with singular skill, which have become one more of the multiple attractions of the town, being visited on specific dates.

 

The nucleus of Broto is structured around the national highway, called Avenida de Ordesa as it passes through the town, with all the shops open to it. The church is located in the highest part of town, on the same side of the road as the jail, although the latter is closer to the river. On the south side of the road, you can look for the Plaza de las Herrerías (also called "de la Santa Cruz" or "de los Porches") which constitutes one of the most beautiful views of the town.

 

The two neighborhoods that make up Broto are separated, one on each bank of the Ara, with the Santa Cruz neighborhood in the north and the so-called Barrio de los Porches in the south. It is a deeply rooted custom in the towns of Alto Aragón to consider and name as different neighborhoods simple groupings of houses that, as in this case, are separated only by a watercourse over which a bridge rises. Formerly both neighborhoods were linked by a single medieval bridge that was unfortunately destroyed in the course of the Civil War (it is worth noting the harshness that this conflict reached in this area of ​​Aragon, reaching its peak with the phenomenon called the Bielsa Stock Exchange) . Today between the two neighborhoods the road runs over a concrete bridge.

 

Currently, the only surviving Romanesque bridge is the one that crosses over the river Sorrosal next to the so-called Cascada del Sorrosal, a waterfall that falls from a rock wall until it falls below the town of Broto. The Sorrosal bridge is nowadays closed to the transit of people who have to go through a parallel bridge enabled a few meters away and that, likewise, leads to the neighboring place of Oto.

The History of the Ohio State Reformatory:

 

"The cornerstone laid on November 4, 1886 evolved into this magnificent Chateauesque structure. Cleveland architect Levi T. Scofield designed the Ohio State Reformatory using a combination of three architectural styles; Victorian Gothic, Richardsonian Romanesque and Queen Anne. This was done to encourage inmates back to a "rebirth" of their spiritual lives. The architecture itself inspired them to turn away from their sinful lifestyle, and toward repentance

 

The Reformatory doors were opened to its first 150 young offenders in September 1896. After housing over 155,000 men in its lifetime, the doors to the prison closed December 31, 1990.

 

Today the Ohio State Reformatory Historic Site receives visitors from all over the world. Every year tourists, movie buffs, thrill seekers and paranormal investigators walk through the halls of this majestic structure.

 

SOURCE: www.mrps.org/

 

Ghostly History of OSR

 

As reported by News Channel 4, Columbus, Ohio 1997

 

Stone walls and iron bars they're still here, but what of the humanity, if you can call it that, of the old Ohio State Reformatory at Mansfield. What of the 154,000 inmates who passed through it's gates in it's 94 years as a working prison. Not to mention their keepers, the Wardens, and the Guards, the gravediggers, and the rest, what of them remains? As it turns out, more than you might think. No matter what their crime, some sent to Mansfield have never left. They rest unclaimed in a cheerless graveyard just outside the fence. 215 numbered markers laid out row on row. Most were victims of disease, influenza, tuberculosis, but some died of less natural causes; From the violence, that is all to common inside any prison and was far from unknown in this one. And the worst of it occurred well away from the main cell block with their rows of cages stacked tier on tier, and inmates, one or two to a cell. There were too many eyes, too many witnesses here, no the worst of it was reserved for a far lonelier place, deep beneath the prison ground. A place called local control, or solitary, by some, known by everyone else as the hole. Near total isolation can crack all but the toughest of cons, but none was so alone that there wasn't room for death. At least one inmate managed to hang himself, another set himself on fire, once two men left too long in a single tomb like cell, only one walked out, leaving his cellmate's body behind, stuffed beneath a bunk. Could there be other similar surprises? Or words left over from the days before the prison closed? Even when they're empty, some swear something walks these halls. It isn't enough for contemporary visitors not to wonder off alone while sight seeing, what‘s become one of Mansfield's more popular tourist attractions. But the bloodiest single incident in the old prison's history occurred outside it's walls. In July 1948, when the Reformatory's farm boss, his wife and daughter were kidnapped and shot to death by two parolees bent on revenge. A six state manhunt for the so called mad-dog killers ended in a shootout that left Robert Daniels of Columbus in custody and his partner, James West dead. "I'll get the Chair" Daniels told police as he signed the confession. And on January 3rd, 1949, he did. A year later in 1950 disaster struck again. This time, here in the living quarters of the Warden himself. The Warden's wife, removing a jewelry box from a closet shelf dislodged a pistol from it's hiding place. When it hit the floor, the gun went off inflicting a fatal wound. And within the decade, even more bad luck. The Warden, hard at work in his office, suffered a heart attack and died. All this was nearly 40 years ago and more, how then to explain the voices shaken tour guides swear they hear today? Man and woman talking, to faint to understand, to persistent to ignore and chilling to listeners who think they're alone, only to find themselves apparently eavesdropping on the warden and his wife locked forever in an endless conversation from beyond the grave.

 

SOURCE: www.mrps.org/learn/history/ghostly-history-of-osr

 

Diary of an inmate.

Twenty-fifth day.

Just finished Return to Arkham City last night, and I wanted to make some of the people that you see while roaming Arkham City.

 

From L to R:

 

Penguin Thug, Armored Joker Thug, and a Political Prisoner.

Heavily decayed was have left piles of debris in the sinks of a patient bathroom of an abandoned asylum for the insane. In order to get to some areas of the building, we were required to go up a level, then back down a different staircase due to major floor damage where some areas had completely caved in. The main floor had large wood joists that have finally given way after 150 of use & 20+ of those years having been abandoned & open to the elements. This is truly a sad place but at the same time I find it absolutely beautiful! The Second Empire Architecture is breathtaking but even more so is how nature is having it's effect on it & slowly reclaiming it. There really isn't any vandalism here, just nature doing its thing!

 

This asylum, which opened in the last quarter of the 1800's was setup to provide better treatment for those who were unable to care for them self. Rather than being locked away in squalid conditions in an almshouse, this faculty promised better care for those who could not "fit in" to every day society. Like all asylums, significant budget cuts lead to overcrowding & deplorable treatment of patients. Then, after a expose in the 1970's by Geraldo Riveria, the wheels were set in motion to start the closing of this & all other facilities. Today this particular building along with several on the grounds have been left to rot with significant structural damage. Although the history of this place is quite sad, the building itself was at one time quite beautiful & it's sad that is now beyond repair.

 

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Inmates from the Jefferson County Jail unload bails of hay for cattle, as pastures are still filled with flood water from the storm surge of Hurricane Ike September 17, 2008 in Jefferson County Texas, Texas. Hundreds of cattle have died and more are expected die after drinking the brackish water. Hurricane Ike caused wide spread damage and power outages on the Texas coast. (Photo by Mark Wilson/Getty Images)

I've been sitting on the Knife Guy for a while now, and since TheMooseFigs recently did an amazing Arkham City Barf, I thought that I'd make the main Joker thugs from Arkham Asylum. And this is my 200th photo, so that's pretty good. Also yes. This is the MOC from three weeks ago. And sorry for tagging you, but I hope this "inspires" you to make some from A.A. :)

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