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  • i know few things about him:
    that when he spoke he spoke in puns
    that he was taller than I, and stronger
    that as a child he lingered on blood and wounds like a boy should

    and i speculate:
    that he keeps a diary that he shares with no one
    and that he recorded this day within it
    where he stood alone at the edge of a roof so ancient
    that the bricks could give out at any moment.
    that he trusted them because they had lasted this long
    and because he was lucky.

    i photographed him because i thought he looked beautiful out there. like he could jump, but that would ruin all the fun.
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