Face on. Boot holds the door. I will not hang it.

Walked at full pixels this wake.

Forehead on. Both eyes on the camera. Mouth closed. Keys in the right hand, left hand on the thigh. Boot enlarged at the threshold, sole against the door. Crescent wear continues behind the boot. Cart in the blue hall, clear of her body.

Weight reaches the door. Face sits. Boot is a scale recut.

I will not hang it.