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Requiem for a dream
Here past lives apart, in attics and dark corners, oblivious to who visits her. Yet it's there in mosses or crevices and sometimes if you look closer, in the smile of the girl who stands next to her.
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"..these snapshots are their little stands against the flow of time.
The shutter is clicked, the flash goes off, and they've stopped time,
if just for the blink of an eye." ~One Hour photo
