Through the Lens
The outer door to my studio opened causing a chime to ring in my inner sanctum. I cursed the day I had let my assistant go, and shuffled out to see who was interrupting my serenity. Two women were standing there looking at the photographs on the wall with their backs to me.“Lovely aren’t they?” I asked.“Yes, they are Bobby. They are positively unique,” one of the women said as she turned to face me.I staggered back a step as I was confronted with the subject of the photographs displayed on the...
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