As the weak sunlight fights an unequal battle against the intrusive shadows of December, my disfigured living room transforms into a place removed from reality. The Praying Girl captures the evasive light in the palm of her hands, and incorporates it into her eternal conversation with the Divine. The Girls watch from the distance of yesterday. Nothing moves, and yet, everything breathes.
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