Framed

A single picture, captured in the light from the red setting sun, encoded with longitude and latitude, recorded at a precise moment in time, tagged with her name, the metrics of her face etching an icon connecting the photo to hundreds of others, taken at different times, in different places, with different people, but always, always that same knowing smile, the glint in her eyes, on her lips, stitching a thread in his heart, keeps it beating, a tug and a lub-dub, another tug and another pump of blood from heart to lungs to heart to every cell in his body.

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