On Christmas eve she wished to have more hands . . .
Maybe I can make your "golden" hands dancing a ballet, arranging, limiting, expanding, shrinking the space, I replied to her . . .
But how ? she wondered, Ιt's impossible. . .
Then I began shooting my mother . . .
and edited on Adobe Premier . . .
Dedicated to my mother ! :)
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