May 18, 2008
She carries that extraordinary machine
With its Cyclopean eye
Everywhere she goes,
Pausing in the flow of everyday life,
Peering through the small window:
One centimeter by one centimeter.
Smiles are her weakness,
People, her template,
The world, her canvas.
She must remember it all—
Half-finished laughter,
Faces with unspoken words and
All the fleeting moments,
All the brief days
Save them-
Like capturing the ocean's wave,
Catching the wind with only fingertips—
Every single click,
Every single memory.

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