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Moss beneath my soles, damp and cool.  A lone bird calls, then vanishes into grey.  I wait in the hush before sun.  Two faces emerge: one dark, one luminous.  Not statues, but presences—aware, enduring, impossibly kind.

I do not frame them.  I am framed by them.  I become the camera’s stillness, its breath.

Face to face with centuries,
I walk the breathline
between stone and rising light.

Dust of lost devotions
settles on my tongue—
warm iron,
silent chant,
a root gripping deeper into shadow.

One carved mouth leans
into its dawn-lit twin;
something passes between them—
not speech,
but knowing.

Later, in the darkroom, I will follow this same rhythm—one of devotion, not technique.  What passes between stone becomes silver.  What remains is breath.


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