

MirrorI stare at the drawing of the girl sitting on the rock. She's plain but so beautiful. In the drawing, she's by herself. Does she know that she's not really alone? Is she aware that I am watching her? She may not think she is beautiful at the time. She may think she's plain but I don't think so. I think she's beautiful. And she thinks she's alone, but she's not, not really. How many times have I wished that when I am alone for someone to watch me through a picture frame, admiring me as art. But then I wonder "Am I her?" "Am I the one in the drawing, and she the one watching me?" What a strange thought. What if she's real and I am not. I am a dMirror
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Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever. It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
- Aaron Siskind
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