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| Up all night about a week ago laying out sheets of high resolution thumbnails of this year's photos which for whatever reason caught my eye as I browsed the big folder. Printed them on glossy paper and like a true tweaker cut them all out, a pile like autumn leaves. Folded in a piece of paper, I carry them around for friends to pick out their favorites, fingers rake and separate, the packet diminishing. Everything is whole, nothing is complete. |
