According to most, possibly herself included, she was normal, and a second thought was never given to the intrinsic details she was comprised of. Oddly amusing details that should never go overlooked. And it was important to understand the significance of these tiny details, these specific traits that made her so intriguing. The way she held her pen, using all five fingers to take notes, the way she twisted, brushed and curled her hair as she searched for the right words to write, and the way she rehearsed these words under her breath to ensure their clarity. The way her face grew a little flush when reading notes from strangers.
She was an intriguing character, or at least the most interesting person he would meet over the next six weeks. And it was his thing, immortalizing a person in a moment of their true self, the same way a photographer attempts to stop time by photographing the moment. She was a pointillistic portrait, each little detail as important as the next, each one a fragment of a bigger picture that still needed to be pieced together.
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