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![]() It is a picture of something. Is that what it is? Or a picture of everything? The world in one shot-- Earth, water, animal and plant, over, under, around and behind. It's life, it's light, it's shadow and depth, inside and outside... As delicate as the touch of a finger, a drop of rain or a sudden breeze. It is there and then it is gone, this picture of everything, this moment in time. Like memories. Like the past. Preserved only in that space behind our eyes. A space infinitely larger than the world outside. After all, what is the world but water, life and something to hold it? Something to hold what was, for as long as we are able.
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