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Wednesday, February 13
I don't know what I would do had photography not been invented. I suppose I would be none the wiser. I'd be forced to live in the moment, see things as they exist and not as they might be reproduced through a lens. I wonder how my definition of beauty may be different. If something else would replace the emotions certain photographs stir. If the distance I keep between myself and other people might be less vast, or if closeness might seem less terrifying.
This is all very cryptic. But it's late and I'm writing to avoid the great task of feeling.
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