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The light was not fading.
It was remembering.

Evening gathered along the courtyard wall of Angkor Wat’s second level, as if reluctant to leave what it had once touched. Beneath the five central towers, the day’s final breath hovered. The jungle exhaled. Shadows softened. And before me—without motion, without sound—stood two devatas, carved not into stone, but into time.

They were nearly identical. Their lotus blossoms lifted in offering, their three-pointed crowns rising like memory. One reached across to rest her hand upon the other’s shoulder. It was not a gesture of possession, but of return. As though something given long ago was being received again.

Behind them, the wall remained unfinished—flat, silent, bare. And yet from that blankness, they had emerged, complete. Their presence felt less sculpted than summoned. Light did not strike them—it settled into them.

I stood in silence. The tripod was already placed. The film waited. I no longer did.

When the shutter opened, I did not think of the photograph. I thought of the moment—the exact stillness in which offering and remembrance become the same act.

What came to me later, in the darkroom, was not the exposure. It was the echo. The hand that touched the shoulder. The gaze that didn’t turn. The gold that didn’t shine—but stayed.

gold dusk in the court—
their hands remember the light
long after it leaves


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