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| Something lingered in the corner of the room. And of me. |
There are summers that invite you outside and there are summers that trap you in.
Some days, you don’t leave the house. Some days, the house doesn’t leave you.
My figure at the edge of light. My hand raised without reason. Dust, silence, stillness: all of it captured in a breath of reflection.
Sometimes, the quiet holds more than you expect. A presence. A pause. Something waiting in the mirror, not to scare you, but to ask if you’ve really been looking.
Location: Home, Dubai.
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