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  • I was taking photos and he bumped me as he brushed past from behind.

    He said sorry but I there was lots of room and I was on the edge of the kerb so I thought it might have been deliberately cheeky.

    A little put out by the unnecessary interruption to the street scene I'd been framing, I snapped his back. My photo equivalent to sticking my tongue out, I suppose.

    But he had warm arms where his skin brushed mine and a soft voice when he spoke, and whenever I look at this image, I remember that before I remember the intrusion, and his true impact lingers.
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