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the stranger, toronto canada, august 2005

I was wandering around toronto taking pictures and came across an urban park where there were all sorts of people doing all sorts of things.
I watched this woman for a while as she sat at the fountain.
There was a certain vulnerability that attracted me to her.
Even though I never saw her face, I knew that there was something wrong.
She held her head in her hands.
I considered asking her if she was ok. But I didn't.
When I look at this picture, I wonder what it was that kept me from talking to her.
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Can understand both why you wanted to talk with her, and why you didn't.
Life can be funny like that. /-:
I think the other 2-3 commenters pretty much summed things up.
Taniwha
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