Photograph of Wind

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My daughter's name is Maya. I've been told that the word maya means illusion in Hindu philosophy. As I watch her growing up, spinning like a top around me, I realize that her childhood is not something I can grasp but rather - like the wind - something I feel tenderly brushing across my cheek. "Sachs suspends in time a single moment of her daughter." Fred Camper, Chicago Reader