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"When I was eleven I came across one of my grandmother's family photo albums. The kind that had a worn leather cover embossed diagonally across the front with the word "photographs," made up of sheets and sheets of black paper, each page containing the personal history of our family. As I flipped through, I recognized the early images of stoic family members, photos of military men, children, and family picnics. But mid-way through, the album took a strange turn. There amongst the photos of family reunions were photographs of a woman missing her head."  This mystery became my first handmade book.

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