reflecting I think I might expand to explain what I mean:
One pair...[of hands]... belongs to the young white boy, who grasps the mullion with the entitled assurance of someone who knows his birthright
not what I see
what I see is a young lad who is insecure but not wanting to show it, not sure of how to react to what is going on, and is holding on for support, maybe even subconciously, comfort
who knows, were were not there, we are not mind readers.. chattering class woffle [thats yorkie for hot air] - it's the curse of the modern age opinion is worth more that analysis.. think I'll go write a blog about it...not
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