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  • I see objects in my world as if they are placed their for my enjoyment, for my artistic appreciation, not random at all. The beach, the rotting pier, the lapping waves, the winter, the isolation, the few lovers walking hand in hand, all for me. I thank the gods for my good fortune, for my camera battery, for my ability to sit and think, meditate on the beach with my soul in my hands. Peaceful.
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