She did not care for pictures.
She liked it all live.
Still, she kept a few photographs.
And some of them pictured me.
She has also taken a few pictures of me herself.
So, I have become a part of her world.
As she saw it.
As she wanted it to be.
This is how it was in her album...
She wanted me to be like that.
But I just remained her little scarecrow.
Still, we have once been together, and this, too, belongs to her.
I am here, on her last ever photograph.
And I'll be gone some day, to stay with her forever.