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Evening did not fall that day—it rose.
Along the western gate of Angkor Wat, the sky gathered itself into silence. The jungle slowed. One bird passed overhead without sound. Even the leaves turned inward. I remember standing in the path below her, this devata of flame and stillness. She is carved high into the wall, poised above the world but never apart from it. Her hand lifts a blossom that will never wither. Her eyes are quiet with knowing.

The heat was gone. The light was soft, yet sharpened. No longer sunlight—it had become memory. She did not catch it. She released it.

I did not move the tripod. I remember that. I had already composed. The film waited in its holder like breath behind the ribs. And then something changed in the stone. Not in the texture, not in the exposure. Something else. A shift beneath the carving—as though her stillness had agreed to rise.

The print I would later tone by hand in gold. Not to embellish, but to reveal what the light had given: a consecration that was never loud, never declarative. Just a flame held in stone. A silence shaped like offering.

Gold without shadow
blossoms in her lifted hand—
the wind does not move.


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