He had been in Adelaide for some months now.
Unable to make any decently firm friendships, he had been whisking back to Melbourne at any given opportunity (a long weekend every other week in this season!).
He remembers Adiemus ringing him up almost every other week. We got a pot luck this week, you want to come along?
No thanks he thought, last one of these I went to I spent the evening talking to Aunties and Uncles.
So the weeks dragged to months, until finally the long weekends were no more, and once again Adiemus called.
So the boy finally went, taking with him a dish of herbal chicken.
The group was fun and warm, the boy found that he had a really good time there.
Near the end of the night, a girl dressed in eclectic layers was passing some photos around to her friends.
The boy looked at the photos and was amazed at her shots. The way the light was skillfully bent, the twisting angles and the unique subject choices.
Did you take these yourself?
Wow, you need to get these things published, or marketed.
These are amazing!
Why don't I laminate them for you?
He remembers babbling about the wonderful pics.
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The next day the boy stumbled into church with some of his younger friends, they had run a miniature amazing race, zooming around from Adelaide to Hanhdorf.
Spying the photographer girl he says hello.
Why are you wearing the same T-shirt as yesterday? She bluntly asked.
Oh...erm... well... we were running this amazing race and well... I figured no point sweating in a clean shirt right?
Stummered the boy before he realized he was explaining himself to her...
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He walked away that day, wondering what it was that make him speak before he could catch his tongue...
Was it the photos? Was the her pretty face? The ponytail?
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