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The temple was still sleeping when I arrived.  Not silent, exactly—something more ancient than silence.  The kind of hush that presses gently against the skin, softening each breath until the body feels made of mist.

I moved barefoot through the western court of Preah Khan, careful not to disturb what had been waiting long before I came.  The stone beneath my soles was smoothed by centuries of rain and reverence.  Then, just before dawn, I found her—an apsara carved into the wall, her body leaning forward as if in mid-emergence from another world.

She seemed to be listening.  The lines of her form were nearly erased, yet her poise remained.  Time had softened her features, worn them to a gentle absence—but not an emptiness.  In that quiet moment, presence poured through every loss.

I composed the frame slowly.  Through the ground glass, her image appeared inverted, floating.  I waited, watching how the light moved across her.  The longer I stood there, the more the air seemed to lean toward her.  I did not press the shutter until the moment surrendered itself completely.

Dawn exhales on stone—
rain-worn grace leans into light,
breath waits in silence.

The exposure itself felt less like an act than a listening.  And later, in the studio, I would return to her again—not to impose, but to receive.  Each layer of shadow shaped by hand was a way of holding what could not be held: that hush, that sorrowful grace, that quiet that never leaves.


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