Epilogue, Chorus

Six open mouths. One cannery. The Sissitrix Polaroids assembled on a dark wall reveal what none of them saw alone: the fragmented Bocca della Verità. The Mouth has been waiting since before shame had a name. The chorus is complete. The next voice is yours.

Kate Granger

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