The Calm

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My sister and I went out one night. It seemed more like January than mid-April. She had just spent a few hours weaving her long, thick hair into twenty-something teeny tiny braids. I stood her in front of the lamp post and started shooting. Soon we discovered that, since the air was so cold, her breath became visible from the light behind her.

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