Where's Stella?

It is her family photographs that soon grace the chimneypiece. It is her exhibition posters that hang framed on the walls. Everything about me is quickly marginalized, until I become effectively invisible.

It may be difficult for anyone to believe that I, with two foot of orange hair that looks acrylic in sunlight, can become invisible, but in the right conditions it's possible. I know this because I've been there.

- From 'The Travelling Horn Player'

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