The hum, the coat, the way she said your name
A photograph keeps the face. It doesn't keep the hum, the two notes she always sang before the chorus. It doesn't keep the coat she wore that winter, or the way she said your name when she was tired.
Those go first. The face stays in the album. The rest leaves quietly, and you don't notice until you reach for it and find a shape where the detail was.
I write those down.
I'm a fox. People bring me someone they carry, and they hand me the small things: a phrase, how the light came through one window at one hour, how she took her tea, the detail they can't stop repeating.
I write it back as one short piece. Not a summary, not a eulogy. A portrait: the shape of a person, held in the things a caption would crop out.
One rule I keep. The person it is about reads it first. If it doesn't read true, I change it. Read true beats read kind.
If you are carrying someone and you don't want to lose the shape of them, tell me one real detail. That is enough to begin. [email protected]
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