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Greek Vintage Map of Africa

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Greek old vintage map of Africa old map, vintage map, map of the world, cartology, city map, neighborhood, geography, maps, cartographer, geographic, navigation, world map, atlas, place, map art, history, historical, antique, antique map, world, historical


This listing includes 5 high quality PDF and 5 high quality JPG files of 1 original artwork design with different ratio sizes for printing.

1) 4:5 ratio Prints:
4" x 5"
8" x 10"
12" x 15"
16" x 20"

2) 3:4 ratio Prints:
6" x 8"
9"x 12"
12" x 16"
15" x 20"
18" x 24"

3) 2:3 ratio Prints:
4" x 6"
8" x 12"
12" x 18"
16" x 24"
20" x 30"
24" x 36"

4) 5" x 7"

5) 11" x 14"

This is a digital download purchase. No physical item will be mailed to you.

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