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After the rain, the sky opened. The rays revealed a distant silhouette. A silhouette that, had it not been there, would have left the clouds as nothing more than scenery, and the beam of light as a line without a destination. I didn’t press the shutter to show the bird or the light, but to let the silence be heard.
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