Publicité - gouache sur papier. Do not rush! Don't rush towards the accident.

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Publicité - gouache sur papier.

Do not rush! Don't rush towards the accident. Advertising - gouache on paper. Accident Prevention stamp Dimensions : 60 cm x 40 cm

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