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A monkey clings to the roof’s edge, mouth open, food visible, almost falling. Its face holds the strange balance of alertness and humour. Wide eyes, bright and full, look straight ahead. The moment is ordinary, but the expression is not.
The fur runs grey along the arms, lighter on the chest, rough in texture. Fingers dig into the metal sheet, long claws spreading for grip. The body tilts forward, a pose between stillness and motion.
Behind, the world softens. Leaves blur, light scatters, green shapes melt into circles. In contrast, the monkey’s details sharpen. Every strand of fur, every crease of skin around the eyes is visible. The picture is not just a record—it feels like a glimpse into personality, as though the monkey is reacting, surprised to be seen mid-bite.
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