From my viewfinder i can see..
lives constantly changing, evolving..every time my shutter blinks..
a moment preserved in my memory..
My moistened viewfinder..
blurry images are captured..
still ever changing, evolving..
falling apart, lingering as memories..
My hopeful view finder..
continues to capture every moment..
waiting, anticipating..
for memories to once again..
become reality...
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