The End of a Dream - Giuseppe Pennasilico , c.1908
Italian, 1861-1940
Oil on canvas, 99.5 x 145.4 cm
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The End of a Dream - Giuseppe Pennasilico , c.1908
Italian, 1861-1940
Oil on canvas, 99.5 x 145.4 cm
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