Diana Duta, 1985, Romania

They awake and look about, but only recognize themselves in the faces of others. The sun is blaring and roaring, deafening and consuming their voices. They cannot hide nor hesitate, and so they lie with their heads intertwined, and slip into the whiteness of over-exposure.

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