I remember walking with you the other evening. In the middle of a no man's zone. You looked radiant and happy. (Not necessarily beautiful...."beauty" I think is an over-rated subjective nonsense).
I did want to click a photo of us. To capture this day for posterity. Something in me held back. Instead I soaked the day and the moment in.
I contain you and that day in me. The photo has not been captured. Neither has your radiance.
The story is not a stilllife. What did we miss?
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