PRIMO PREMIO EX-EQUO SCUOLA ANSI, ALUNNA ERMINIA PASSANNANTI, DISEGNO VINCITORE "IL NIDO". SCUOLA QUAGLIARIELLO. TORRIONE, SALERNO, ITALIA, PRESIDE ANTONIO GALLOTTA

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PRIMO PREMIO EX-EQUO SCUOLA ANSI, ALUNNA ERMINIA PASSANNANTI, DISEGNO VINCITORE "IL NIDO". SCUOLA QUAGLIARIELLO. TORRIONE, SALERNO, ITALIA, PRESIDE ANTONIO GALLOTTA.


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