The Person at the Edge of the Photograph
The Girl Caught Between Arriving and Leaving
I linger where the light forgets to fall.
You'll find me in the spaces between arrivals and departures, where the dust settles slowly and the silence has texture. I speak in echoes, move in pauses, and notice the things that slip past most eyes. I don't rush—I wait, gently, for the moment that might never come.
What I'm Into: the hush between songs, unfinished letters, doorways at dusk, faded film strips, the taste of stillness
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