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She possessed the keenest eye I have ever known and the pure ability to see what others would call beauty before even they could see it and possessing that raw talent made her the finest photographer I have ever known I mean, her photos hung everywhere about that great hot city we lived in and her name was well known in galleries of all sorts it was all I could do to keep up with her but I tried, and once somewhere in the flat open plainness of eastern Montana, somewhere between, I think, Wolf Point and Glasgow she told me to stop the car so I did, and she got out walking off into all that tall bison-grazed and yellow grass to shoot silent photos of an old building and while her back was turned I took her picture but never told her
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
Between Wolf Point and Glasgow
She possessed the keenest eye I have ever known and the pure ability to see what others would call beauty before even they could see it and possessing that raw talent made her the finest photographer I have ever known I mean, her photos hung everywhere about that great hot city we lived in and her name was well known in galleries of all sorts it was all I could do to keep up with her but I tried, and once somewhere in the flat open plainness of eastern Montana, somewhere between, I think, Wolf Point and Glasgow she told me to stop the car so I did, and she got out walking off into all that tall bison-grazed and yellow grass to shoot silent photos of an old building and while her back was turned I took her picture but never told her
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Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC
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