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Many years ago in my early 20s I received a call around 3 am in the morning. “Can you come see me,” my friend asked. Her voice. The time of night. I did not ask questions. “And Cindy,” she said “bring your camera.” A few hours later I tried to keep it together, the tears … More Our Backs Tell Stories No Book Has the Spine to Carry.