In the words "World's Speakeasy" - "Forest Community," the words below a group of cheerful villagers in hats and crates work diligently on a busy street corner, carrying goods arranged in uniform. The sun sets behind them, casting an orange glow on the scene. Pedestrians hurry past, but a solitary street dancer can be seen, eagerly waiting for the delivery of goods to arrive safely. OR The antROPOMORFICO VOLUTION OF TODOMILE - GONE WITH MINERAL COLOUR AND ONE, DEL GONE WITH EAROLD COLLEGIA