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H(i)J
2009 · 6m
“somewhere outside of space and time, beyond concepts expressible by words, we meet, we touch. Everything disappears, it all starts again. But each new page we turn is not blank. And when I look at you I know: we've been here before. One long night of the Fall 2007 I have assisted my girlfriend in giving birth to our son. This is the memory of labor.“ G.C.
