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Sophie has a photograph of Graham with Alexander Calder, Marianne Moore, Herbert Matter, and Marc Chagall, all laughing together in front of one of Calderβs mobiles; it sits tucked into the frame of her mirror at home, a reminder of something. Something bigger. Bigger than delivering Chateau truffle fries to a table before they get soggy, bigger than the next starlet, producer, or director treated like royalty. Bigger even than her upcoming performance. The idea of that room and those friendships hints at some worldly rightness, some intangible hope that Sophie has to believe in. A collective heart that beats as hers, if only nurtured and surrounded by people like her. Or different from herβbut open. Connected.
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