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Impressions once taken-in by eye and mind cannot compete with an image captured in, but now beyond any time. Pictures of friends and lovers show death and life in the same face - a reveled chimera. The camera unearths what then laid buried within a latch-hook of vision. The black arts are in the light, the worm in the apple. The reverse of the mirror peels away masks, burns the negative, edits and exposes what we did not see through the peep-hole of a moment. Without the worm, without that shuttering witness there would be no point in looking through a light box at all.

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Date: 10/28/2020 7:42:00 PM
This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer. Where Shadow Chases Light: Rabindranath Tagore
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Eric Ashford
Date: 10/29/2020 8:45:00 AM
Thanks for the great quote Tamanna! Cheers e

Book: Shattered Sighs