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“A poetic portrait of the inner world of a woman struggling to make sense of the present and find peace with the past.”
An older woman opens a closet door and finds a key to her confused, fading memories. Hearing and vision loss isolate her, and her mental confusion keeps her suspended in the tactile sensations of the immediate present. The touch of old linen brings back old family history, both pleasant and traumatic. Based on an improvised dialogue.
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Released
Original Language
EN