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“The watcher does not ask, only remembers.”

The ground was still wet with the last hush of rain.  I moved through the half-light of Banteay Kdei, the temple barely breathing beneath its own weight.  Ahead, a face emerged from the broken western gate—not whole, not lost, but listening.

I stood with the camera as a monk might kneel—offering presence, not action.  Around us, vines wrote their silent sutras.  Lichen shimmered faintly on stone as if touched by distant thunder.  And the mist, that sacred intermediary between worlds, held the ruin like breath between prayers.

I did not speak.  The shutter would open when it was time.

ruined faces breathe
dawn-storm gathers stone and hush
centuries hold watch

When I returned to the studio, I shaped the image not to reveal, but to remember.  Each print—hand-toned, quiet—carries that same early morning breath.


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