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Dec 2013
In the viewfinder I find her, I am stood right behind her, she senses I'm there,she brushes her hair,turns and smiles at the lens,the light bends through the spectrum and hums through the shutter,I capture her,mutter,how beautiful she'll be in a frame by the fireside sitting with me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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