Every camera wakes with the last hour still glowing inside it, and the world appears twice: once as it is, once as it was. Shutter clicks carry the faint warmth of vanished footsteps, and each image hums with the ghost-scent of rain, breath, and unfinished words. Somewhere in the frame, the past is still turning its head.
When Time Leaves a Trace
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