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g570145294, 25 декабря 2016 г., 9:53

He altered his settings as he poised himself for the shot
With delicate fingers, he fondled the buttons.
Still as night, quick as the wind —
The sound of shutter pierces the silence;
A flash stabs at the darkness.
The lights flicker back into existence.
I blink as my eyes gradually adjust.
He turns to me with his soft, brown eyes —
And he smiles.
Nothing has been noteworthy since.

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Author: me
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