She walked up the stairs to return to her work at the loom. Her energy filled the stone courtyard.
Me: May I take your photo?
Her: You want to take it while I’m working?
Me: No. Just you.
Because she didn’t need to do anything to be striking. All I needed was her gaze.
I asked her if the work was hard.
Her: You need a lot of focus and patience.
Me: So… it’s hard.
She smiled and was silent.
For now, she weaves and studies Chinese medicine.
For now, she seems to light up the world.
This is Tamar.