That Child Was Not Captured in the Photograph
A narrator realizes that something beautiful cannot be preserved in photographs, discovering a haunting truth about themselves.
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Read the Korean original →
A sentence I had heard long ago came to mind: 'That which is rough is not captured in photographs.'
I did not want to believe it until I experienced it myself, because I loved that child.
I loved the light step, the bright smile, and above all, the eyes full of dreams.
But this morning, I realized that my reflection in the mirror was not captured in any photograph.
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