She hadn’t realised what her dream job was until she was doing it.
She wanted to be an artist. Then an actress. She flirted with dance, played the saxophone badly, briefly considered teaching English simply because she loved books.
She was like a dinner cobbled together from leftovers. A human hodgepodge.
But when the job in the archives came up, organising years of photographs taken of the city, she slowly fell in love with the history in her hands, the faces of the people who no longer existed, the buildings that once stood.
She helped them tell their stories.
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