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Extreme low-angle night photograph on a wide-angle lens, the camera Dutch-tilted and pushed in from wet asphalt so the frame is asymmetric, a huge wet tire and scarred underbody filling the lower left while a 21-year-old woman squats half-down on the rusted car roof off to the upper right, one knee dropped, hips cocked, body twisted toward the lens, she wears short denim shorts and a soaked oversized white t-shirt that clings and turns translucent in the rain, she leans in and points a finger straight at the camera, that hand huge in the foreground from the wide glass, and she winks, one eye closed, a sharp dirty smile, luscious wavy pink hair in twin ponytails whipping across her face with motion blur, rain falling in long bright threads, fat drops beading on corroded metal, on the wet cotton, on her skin, and in her hair, a hard backlight behind her throwing a thin wet rim along her throat, the small bounce of her breasts under the white shirt, the edge of her thighs, the denim shorts, and the flying ponytails, each raindrop that crosses the light flaring white and pale gold, her face only half-readable in the rim, the wink and the pointing finger catching the glow, shutter drag smearing her hair, her raised arm, and the rain while the pitted paint and torn chrome stay sharper, water sheeting off the roof, pooling on the hood, broken reflections of the backlight kicking up toward the lens, cool teal in the puddles and the dark street, warm orange only in the rim, the finger, and the glowing drops, she holds the half-squat like a beat in a dance, off-balance and erotic, towering over the tilted wide frame against the night rain.