When people are in traditional dress here, they expect to appear in photos. When asked for a photo, they’ll pose with whatever props they have: baskets, flags, a partner, a skirt spread as wide as the half sun that used to rise in the corner of all of my drawings.
But, when they’re getting ready, people are shy about the camera, act like I’ve rushed behind a curtain, wish I’d just wait for the show to start.
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