Human Archipelago
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As we were talking about life after death, a wind rustled the birch leaves, and when we came to, death had slipped away and all that remained was life.

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  • Human Archipelago
  • Introduction
  • Images and Text
  • Video
  • Notes on the photographs
  • Notes on the texts
  • Notes on the authors
  • Acknowledgements
  • fazalsheikh.org