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The Gift | Original Photo Print
When I encounter someone with a quiet, dignified presence, I sometimes find myself drawn into the sharpened clarity of their air, imagining how I might look, reflected in it.
In the city, I see these people – magnetic, poised – and I think: I have nothing that compares.
But then I realize: the fact that I can feel their presence as “graceful”.
That sensitivity itself is my gift. And that, no one can take away.






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