Where the Light Gets In

By DHThomas

Cyrille

feeling exhausted
couldn't do what i wanted
quite better at night

This was the day I had marked to walk for Pride. However, it wasn't to be. I was feeling rather depleted after having gone to Paris two days in a row and I couldn't face walking in overheated streets, even for a few hundred metres. So we told our friends we wouldn't meet them, we stayed at home and only went out to the restaurant in the evening. That's where I took this portrait of Cyrille.

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