In a ruined black and white photo lashed to cinderblock with red electrical tape Zoe is ghostly seventeen forever. Her green eyes dark and pale at once through dirty silver blonde hair. The whites of her eyes always the color not color he sees first. The pupils are barely visible but those eyes are never not watching over him. Zoe sits crosslegged on a trampoline. She appears to hover just slightly but Jack believes this to be an illusion. Telephone wires form crosses against white sky behind her. Zoe glows from the first kiss. The print was left on in an envelope on his dashboard one summer and is washed out along a diagonal and flared with post production black pink sunspots like flowers made of ashes.
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