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A photograph ages with the person in it.
Then, like the person, it goes.
One by one, everything here went blank. I could not keep any of it.
you have been here 1 time · each visit, less of them is leftI took almost every one of these.
I am in none of them.
Except one. The day I gave the camera away.
The death anniversaries stop. Mine will.
Everything here was practice for that.