the quiet serves only to hide you,
provide you what i knew:
it'd come back to you.
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a photograph is an imprint of one single moment in the expanse of time that is worthy of being captured. its beauty or tragedy or simplicity or elation or sadness or passion or desperation is evanescent enough to only happen once, but universal enough to repeat and return eternally.
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