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THREE DANGEROUS BRIDGES AHEAD
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All photographs were made between 2006 and 2016
What you wanted from salt was salt. What you wanted from each of the bones of my hand was touch like a river, smoke. What you wanted from smoke was the holy body ghostly to the mind. What you wanted from the body was a body that would not die. What you wanted from fire was heat and light, but also char, the flare of sparks. What you wanted I had to give but to make it small enough to crush. What you wanted to crush was the quick hand, river, birds, the field in flames. And then what you wanted was salt, a woman weeping at your back, but you could not turn to look.
Cecilia Woloch, Salt