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Once we must have looked through the same window. Even though we had yet to meet an image of us together slowly developed. An inevitable coincidence began to move into place. Until (only yesterday) the camera became a second window for us. There is a real photograph now. We are looking into the lens, we’re smiling as if we had always known.

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