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Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down, Before They Knew Their Endings.

Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To Think Of Nothing. Thinking Of Everything.

... For Home Is A Magnet That Lures Back Even Its Most Abstracted Children.

She Felt Like A Fictional Character Who'd Escaped The Book In Which Her Creator Had Carefully And Kindly Trapped Her, Taken A Pair Of Scissors To Her Outline And Leaped, Free.

You Must Learn To Know The Difference Between Tales And The Truth, My Liza, She Would Say. Fairy Tales Have A Habit Of Ending Too Soon. They Never Show What Happens Afterwards When The Prince And Princess Ride Off The Page.