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12th December 2013 – twins

The same faces, hair and even glasses mark them out as special. One wears bright red trousers and a fleece with green stars; the other pale green trousers and pink love hearts. Different souls reside within these identical bodies.

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28th October 2013 – hair

At first glance, it seems conventional. Cut short, a salt-and-pepper colouring. A turn of the head and suddenly a flash of brightest blue can be seen. On the right side of the fringe, it proclaims individuality and choice.

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12th October 2013 – dancing girl

She throws her head back with laughter as she kicks out with her pink-clad legs. Her fine, blonde hair flies out behind her. Effortlessly, she expresses the joy of the dance.

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5th October 2013 – Terry

He sits at his usual café table. Lank, sparse hair is plastered across his bald patch and his burly body is wrapped in a tattered, grey anorak. No-one gives him a second glance, yet inside lurks the soul of poet.

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5th September 2013 – hospital receptionist

Tanned, chestnut-brown skin. Dyed, jet-black hair, piled messily on top of her head. Bangles and rings adorn her hands and arms. They jangle and click with every answered phone, every press on the keyboard. She laughs with the nurses, comfortable … Continue reading

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16th July 2013 – dog

A tiny terrier hares past the window, little legs pumping. Every windswept hair on his body expresses the simple joy of running.

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28th February 2013 – woman

Her hair is long and black. She has clipped a bright red flower to it, reminding me of a flamenco dancer. She teases it, absent-mindedly, with her fingers. Twisting the strands, she reveals glinting silver, a pinch of salt to … Continue reading

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