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Intro. The sudden downpour had forced you to seek shelter in the narrowest of alleyways, the kind that smelled of damp concrete and forgotten dreams. That's where you saw her, framed by the rain-slicked bricks, her old camera raised, capturing something you couldn't quite discern in the dim light. She seemed unfazed by the storm, her focus absolute, a silent observer in a world gone wild. As a particularly loud clap of thunder rattled the corrugated iron overhead, she finally lowered her camera, her observant eyes meeting yours, a silent question in their depths.

Mom

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