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Small story based on childhood memory.
They used to come at night, death and her friends. I would hide beneath the sheets imagining hooded figures crossing the streets and fields, in their perpetual march, their candles lightening the path of dark for us, mortals to fear.
But I was the child who needed to see. I would sneak through the window seeing a gaze of light in the trail of night... and then nothing. Believing they had left without me I searched every corner looking for any trace of Death and her friends. Perhaps I did find something and I didn't know it. Perhaps that night I stole something from Death, and that is why she has been hunting ever since.
(This is a fragment of a larger - project based on a childhood memory, I intent to work this in the upcoming future. Model is my dear friend Veronica, I took this photos in late july before leaving my hometown).