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Long Night
His hand left a mark on the tent, singed the canvas like a brand. Light shone through the thinned cloth, a halo, a haunting cast upon her. Trucks rumbled on the bridge overhead, windshield wipers slapping rain. She waited.
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Welcome back, Jan. This is a very evocative use of so few words.
Gorgeous, Jan! I love how you use light and sound to tell the story. So happy to see you on the grid!
You created so much tension with these strong images. It’s very clear to me that a homeless woman is waiting for her partner to return from some task.
Oooh! Nice!
I am scared without knowing what it is, that is how powerful your images are!
She waited. There must be more to this story,
Definitely some powerful images in there that leave me feeling…uneasy.
You left me wanting to know more. What sort of being is he? Will she be safe? So many vivid touches in such few words.
1) I MISSED YOU.
2) what an evocative collection of images, like flipping through a book of Nan Goldin photos.