90. Ego Wars



She waits,

Diluted by the crowd.

Knowing exactly where doors open.

A quiet standing,

They are as different as the Tuesday before and after a festival.

8 thoughts on “90. Ego Wars

      1. Phew … so I can make a comment without offending you; that if it were mine I’d crop in just a little more tightly to eliminate the receding pedestrian behind the girl — and more importantly, her reflection in the window. (I know, that was what the photographer was actually after, but …)


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