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Leila weaves in the mornings and refuses interviews. She was scouted outside a carpet bazaar in the old city three years ago; she still works the loom between shoots, indigo under her fingernails non-negotiable. There is no softness in her refusal of the camera.
The way she holds her gaze just past the lens, her thick brows drawn slightly inward as though listening to something no one else can hear—a small, deliberate absence.
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