The Fourth Baglady is TᕼE ᖴIᔕᕼEᖇ Oᖴ ᒪOᔕT TᕼIᑎGᔕ. Her bag contains small fragments of broken trinkets—an old watch, a faded photograph, a cracked mirror. She collects remnants of forgotten memories, her hands soft and patient as she pieces together fragments that can never be whole. Her headpiece ...