Style No. 52: Touch

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A young boy grasped in the soft hands of an orange cotton t-shirt blows a soft wind through his waxen whistle, submerged in the stickiness of his own thoughts. His best friend, whose eyes pass smoothly over the ragged crowd, slides a greasy arm across his uneven shoulder. A wooden grandmother, whose gritty nervousness pricks the air, passes by, a hidden object balanced cooly atop her head beneath a silky shawl. Meanwhile, behind them a cold man looks the other way with slimy knowingness.

A rough, breezy nap on the streets of Kathmandu, Nepal (2010).

A rough, breezy nap on the streets of Kathmandu, Nepal (2010).

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