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A series of five narrated photographs 

"She had once known a time when things were not as hazy as they seemed to her now.

And it was hard for me to tell if it was more me who wished for her clouds to lift, for she seemed perfectly content where she was. I asked if she recalled that he used to call her "Una with clouds on her head."

And suddenly she moved away as if to shroud the glimmer of memory,rushing to her safe place where the sky would not bear down. And yet the images of her riding the storms lingered ... a dim remembrance of what she had forgotten."


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