The woman hides her head. Except she has no head. Is that what she is trying to hide? The wall is a dirty gray. There is an oval shape on it. Egg? Opening? Mirror? Is cracked, whatever it is. The presence of the woman's hands prevents us from looking past the cracks to see what's hidden there. The mirror stares back at us. We raise our hands. The wo- man hides her head before them — except she has no head to hide.
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