I’m at a photo meet-up, I’ve just taken a rather maudlin picture of someone, and they like it, they say it’s somehow reflected where they are, how they’ve been feeling, of late.
I can’t say as I do it intentionally, I’m not waiting for the moment when someone’s grief washes across their face…
What I am waiting for is the moment the mask drops, and maybe that’s not a dissimilar thing.
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