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Abstract
The photos I didn’t take, wouldn’t let me get out of bed today. They do this to me often. Every time I think I have developed a coping mechanism, they sneak up on me. The photos I did not take are so real in my vision, that they become an actual force-presence in my daily existence. I see them every damn day. And sooner or later, I feel them too. Their insistence hurts me so. And as much as I try and use them to my advantage, the photos I did not take haunt me forever.
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Recommended Citation
S., Driely
(2018)
"The Photos You Don’t Take, Stay with You Forever,"
Oz:
Vol. 40.
https://doi.org/10.4148/2378-5853.1572
