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"Juno, when did you get back from New York?"
The woman who sat down on the sand beside us
wore a soft cotton pink dress which reached to her ankles,
metallic pink socks which shimmered in the sun,
gold sandals, gold rings on her fingers.
"Yesterday.
Tiara, Cory, can I visit your studio?
I'm working on a film
in which the actors emerge and recede into
a painted background,
and the artists who paint the background
continue to create new scenes on camera,
while the stories of the actors' lives
are revealed."
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