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On birthdays, we look back, celebrate the present, and hope for the future. Ingrid Andree, former actress and grandmother, turns 93 years old. But the spotlight never leaves a former performer. As we drift through the natural melancholy that comes along with celebrating age, she appears to gently drift past the idea of what a birthday means. Somewhere between ritual and theater, we are invited to ask who the performance is really for: ourselves, our loved ones, or the audience of time.
