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It was long, long ago, but I still always remember until now…
When passing a deserted forest, we discovered a limpid shallow pool with the shades of trees and clouds reflecting from it, just liked a painting. I was busy with ideas of posing and portraying then asked you to come down... After around 20 minutes, I felt like you could not sit still because something was wrong, but did not speak out.
After that, your body was covered with lots of red itchy spots. I had just understood that there were bacteria in the pool caused by rotten leaves. I was busy taking pictures while you were bearing the discomfort until the work was done…
"The painting"
was done like that.
Now I am writing these words with great torment and regret. Where are you now? Do you still remember?
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