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Meet Edith Alvarez. My amiga for over 10 years and talented photographer. Her photos, visual interpretations of my stories along with its corresponding Loteria card, will be featured in my upcoming book,
In The Cards- A Collection of Memories Inspired by Loteria.
I've had the most fun working on some of these photos with her. She's dodged trains, ransacked thrift stores, and loitered music shops to try to get the best shot. I can't wait to see the final pics!




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