Thursday, May 27th. 3.54PM
Alone. Walking towards town were stores are born. Sun shinning beautifully, galore. My blouse so thin slapping against my skin. My feet tapping the side walk like rain against tin. I heard a mans voice from across the street. He spoke, walking towards me on his own two feet. Holding a camera in one hand, there I stand. Asking me if he could take a picture of me. I answered with "yes". I asked why he said you just caught my eye. Raising his camera to his face, I stood there. Behind me floating boats on water, a bright glare. The camera at a stair. After he received the image he walked over. Speaking, his voice almost sounding distant. He began showing me other photos that he had took. I look as he describes each one. I could tell the quantity and quality that he spend taking pictures. We spoke a good three minutes or so, then I said i had to go. He said it was nice meeting you and i said you to. No other reason to stay we both turned our backs and kept on our way.
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