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Shuttering

A lot of it happened when not looking, they are captured as photo-images still arriving undeveloped. Beneath the skin of a retro-vison dark scenes of rain slicing through confused clouds forever caught as an opaque film over half-closed eyes. There are visible gestalts – shadow dances of passing daydreams. A mélange of cursory detachments once mistaken for a life. More small bundles of lost moments left discarded on the side of narrowing roads, nevertheless, the time-ravaged push on to stake their claim on this day. This morning or the next, you vow to leave your camera at home even knowing that there are still empty spaces in your ever-growing album.

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