It is one of those rare moment but for several minutes today, she finds herself staring at her soul and the sight would always shock her. It isn’t so much of the difference that grips her but the lack of frequency she commits herself to the act of looking at herself.
But it is all quite paradoxical and rather conflicting, especially if one could understanding that she is a photographer and her job is to ‘see’. Ironically, she has seen much but not at herself.
Today is one of those days. A Monday where the day is permitted the freedom to pace itself according to its demands, where moments are allowed to drag beyond the boundaries of permission. She takes liberty of this grace, an audacity that she would not have been brave enough to take on other days. Lazily, she lifts the cover of her laptop, pressing the power…
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