Ancient Pool, Ierapolis - Maria Filopoulou ,2009
Greek,b.1964-
Oil on canvas, 180 x 200cm.
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Ancient Pool, Ierapolis - Maria Filopoulou ,2009
Greek,b.1964-
Oil on canvas, 180 x 200cm.
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