“Wait!”
Taking her phone from her pocket, she crouched down a took a close up photo of the comb on the ground.
“Why on earth are you photographing a comb?”
“Have you never photographed something that made you stop in your tracks? Something found in a place where it doesn’t belong?”
“Well yes, but things like graffiti on a wall, or a cat in a window.”
She shook her head. “None of those things are unexpected. They all belong in those spaces. But how often do you see a comb in a forest?”
“I don’t think I ever have.”
“Exactly.”
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