I’m still buzzy from my recent film scans. “Buzzy,” as in, in the waiting room at the dentist, I pull out my phone and swipe through my photos, re-remembering their compositions, the light, and re-re-remembering (??) the moments they portray. The perfect coffee accompanied with long strides, the date night out rescheduled for under-the-sink, the web of …
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