On display in Manchester, lies a plaster cast. Her body writhes, or at least, that’s what is captured here. The agony still appears on this shadow of a human. This might just be plaster, but it is a thumbprint of a person who lived and periled in the hands of circumstance. Here–in Manchester–are the last moments she knew of life. And now, someone like me, can share those moments with her.
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