travel.: The Cafe I Didn’t Enter. Morocco.

on the sill

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There’s something introspectively mysterious about seeing the shadow of a person. I wanted to peak in, closer to where her fabric touched the empty Coca-Cola crate, inch nearer to where the sun warmed the sill she supported herself on.

But we were just passing by.

I turned around, heard her ordering something, perhaps something to drink as it was a little off-road cafè. Was she a local? Did she own it? Did she know she was creating a story for me, without me having even seen her face? I didn’t wait for the moment when she would come out of the shadow, nor did my lens. It was beautiful that way, this way. | #coffeetographerinmorocco

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