Women

Women met by chance in distant places.
Different countries, different lives, different rhythms.
I was passing through.

Sometimes we spoke.
Sometimes I was invited inside.
Sometimes it was only a look, a brief exchange.

The photograph followed quietly.
With my camera, I captured an instant, a feeling,
a detail held between two strangers
who, for a moment, set aside their mistrust.

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