Not a single moment will ever reoccur, and to seize those that matter is probably the sole meaning of taking photos and the cause of that incurable love for it. The fact that a low-priced second-hand “Instamatic” film camera works unexpectedly great makes me the happiest in a really long time. Regardless of the nonstop rain and the disagreeable dampness floating in the air these days, the spring has already sprung in me.
A clean, well-lighted place. 
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