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.
90. Ego Wars
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Short Fiction by Nicola Humphreys
Short Fiction by Nicola Humphreys
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.
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This post could say so much more 😦 You should expand on it in the future?
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This is a beautiful post 🙂
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Passing through, pausing long enough to say that I especially like that photo …
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It was taken by a photographer called Alexandra Nicolae, and is available on Pexels, as a royalty-free download.
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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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I like this post, enjoyed this one thankyou for posting.
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