| It's the horrible things one may witness,
and be able to do nothing about,
which ensures that even in the littlest of moments,
when one can makes things better,
they will.
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The truth of the matter is,
The difficulty in waking up that warm Seattle morning,
Wasn't due to late night shenanigans, and odd people with peculiar urges to kiss my forehead.
The truth, lay in my refusal to acknowledge what that morning meant.
The end to a fantastic vacation,
Another lengthy period away from home,
(And they do say that's where the heart is)
Loss of freedom,
Back to war.
And as I admired the surprise note in my toiletry kit,
The scene that played out in misty mirrors hanging in a humid bathroom,
Blew any possible emotional distractions I had to the four winds,
But I was already missing what was there but a few hours ago.
Lomo LC+A,
Fisheye attachment (what you see in the viewfinder may not be what you get)
Hand held, (I shouldve brought the tripod)
Superia ISO 400 (Ran out of film and had to hit the nearest Ritz)
Seattle, Washington.
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