I used to say, "If you need a picture to remember something,
perhaps it's not worth remembering." Ironically I find
myself with nothing but printed memories. Glossy paper,
reflecting light, in much the same way it glares the past
into my eyes. Dreams of opportunity to photograph more
of those who made deep impressions onto my freshly paved
road. Dreaming, not of saving past or future memories, but
rather of chances to make new experiences that may replace
tired picture shows which flash at the back of my lids.
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