I went to the schoolyard to interview a teacher for a story. When I was done, I called to a few of the little girls playing nearby to have their picture taken with the teacher. I got three of them, about third grade, and they stood smiling in a cluster around Mr. G. They called to their friend to join them in the picture. She thought about it, but decided against it.
After I had snapped the photo, I stopped the girls in place to write down their names, and first in line suddenly was the girl who didn’t want to be in the photo.
Some people are visual, and some are literary.
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