His bold eyes stare back through to me.
"You don't belong this far north," his lips move.
Click.
"I don't belong this far north."
Color captured in black & white
warm brown eyes turn a cold shade of grey.
Click.
His red wool coat pasted in front of
orange, yellow, red, brown, foliage.
All translated in one two hundredth of a second
from life to grey scale.
Confirming that,
"I don't belong this far north.
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