The Art of Listening

You notice her because she seems lonely. Sitting in the room’s most solitary corner, she aimlessly flips through her phone while tugging on her hair. When your heart is raining on the inside, you tug on your hair, too. Another person enters the room. We’ll call her January. The girl looks up and smiles, hiding the downpour behind an artificial ray of sunshine.

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Photography by White Sails Creative