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Saturday, September 01, 2012

Bittersweet.


“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.”

This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974


This bittersweet emotion.
The usage of past tense in this kills me.
Thank you very much.
:(/:)

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