The Girl In The Tunnel

Very nice short piece i read today in today. I Love reading stories that bring people together thru art – a connection was made without words – but yet it says so much, and understood and felt by many.. make sure you read the full article…

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ONE ordinary day, I saw my ghost in a dark tunnel. It was an
autumn afternoon, three years ago. I was a passenger in my sister's
car travelling down Punt Road. As we entered the Richmond tunnel
the traffic lights changed, we stopped and waited, and then my
sister exclaimed, “Look! That's you, Suzanne!”

I turned towards the tunnel wall and saw an image of a young
girl's face printed on an enormous poster. At first glance it meant
nothing but the second time I saw myself when I was a
twenty-something. The traffic lights changed and we were on our
way. I looked back, I looked at my sister, and then I squealed with
disbelief. We laughed all the way home. The hilarity continued as I
sifted through a box of old modelling photos, taken in the early
'70s, until I found the right one. I was indeed the young girl on
the poster under the Richmond Bridge.

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