When the camera followed, the world beyond looked wrong: not merely another room but a place that felt stitched from moments. A kettle on a stove sang a note that didn't belong to any scale she knew. A table bore a stack of photographs that moved slowly as if caught in a breeze. Each photograph showed a different Mara—her childhood with scraped knees, a teenage Mara laughing in the rain, an older Mara sitting in a different house. She watched versions of herself she had not yet lived and some she had already forgotten.
"Mara."
My dear Mara,
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