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This story is true.
It is both beautiful and tragic. Not having expected anything, I have become one of its main protagonists.

Chance, or more likely a certain availability for the surprises of life, placed me at the center of its unfolding.
A lived and true story, in which the subjective truth is as important as the facts themselves. A truth that restores to the events of life the part of invisible power, the part of the unreal, that constitute us: our inner world.

As far as the night goes
Investigating a singular and solitary woman
Photographic story
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