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Oct 2019
The train, bus, car moves faster and thus leaves your resting gaze behind, perched upon an ever fleeing, shrinking back, neck or smile. And as the trees, houses, mountains merge into a single nauseating line; so do your memories into a single sepia kitschy photograph.
NP
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NP  20/M/NYC
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