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Wendy Clarke positioned men and women, young and old, invalid or prisoner, in front of a monitor with a camera behind it and let them, looking at themselves, hold a three minute monologue about what they think love is. Each of them also chose their own music. This is a series of eighteen spontaneous and intimate thoughts, ideas and confessions about feelings which will eternally remain a subject of debate. This direct registration is but a minor contribution.
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