Space, I walked away from you. Your space lets me feel at ease - sun and shadow. Bodies separate with tranquil distance - water and texture. I point to remember; he points to identify. I wandered back then; I didn't know: a single moment never repeated. So hesitant, and inexperienced - dad's camera. Does my eye know how this scene will form? - blacks, grays, and whites; I will learn. You seem void yet you fill my eye. I have dreams of you - Witty's Lagoon. I've come to you many times, like a familiar face you will nurture me and I will remember you forever.
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