I am visual, with a right-brain and a right-hand. Photography eludes me, but I still see pictures. I am a writer. I inventory concepts, words, faces and sounds that I wish distilled into words. I collect snapshots.
Perhaps it is that I have been given the curious non-accident of glimpsing souls.
I’ve always thought I had a knack for seeing people, because I am good at drawing people out of their shells. Well, younger children, that is. My track record with my peers is fraught with mishaps and broken constellations. Still, the ability to treat people as people has been a strong suit of mine.
So I fancied. You can feel the pretension in those first sentences.
In just these past two weeks I have been humbled three times, two of those times in the last two days.
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