Crocus in pot - Inge Schiöler
Swedish , 1908-1971
Oil on canvas , 33.5 x 27.5 cm.
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Crocus in pot - Inge Schiöler
Swedish , 1908-1971
Oil on canvas , 33.5 x 27.5 cm.
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