Monday, October 18, 2010

The Beautiful People

Their eyes were none but interesting, as they saw their hero, only to find out it was some American or at least pretending to be. My heart started racing, because I saw myself sitting right near them and feeling comfortable. I have experienced what they are experiencing in small doses.

They all waved goodbye and did not stop until I disappeared into the hills. I felt as though I have left my best friends behind never to see them again.

2 comments:

  1. I wish I had friends like them too.

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  2. Incredible image and narrative. It touches on so much without going too deep. It allows me to wonder about the historical and momentary breadth of life between the people in the image and yourself. Two parallel worlds that came crashing into each other when you allowed it to happen.

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