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Banyak anak-anak

25 September 2014

This photo is from after Iqbal’s shoot yesterday. (Iqbal is on the very right) He told us his ghost story as Linda and Elsa played on the equipment near the gravestone. He is a great story teller, and only 5. He said he woke up one time and was sleeping next to a pocong (a ghost wrapped in their burial shroud). It sounded terrifying!