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31 October 2008. Morning rain, dark, wet steps, brown leaves.
A Basque family in the Chaco, women with long blouses, white aprons, patterned scarves with a single tie. Two men, just behind, their black berets, very horizontal. All standing in front of wide living room window, warm-colored curtain drawn in one tie, light pouring in from behind. Their faces obscured, smiling...
One woman with frizzy hair, maybe a little older, on tip-toe, leaning in over their shoulders, her forehead raised, questioning...
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