March 19, 2008
Every time I look at this image, it throws me back to the day that I took it. Mid-afternoon, the warm tropical sun had yet to be seen that day. I had been in a trance all morning, listening to the tropical rain having a conversation with the sidewalk. She walked in, drenched from head [...]
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March 16, 2008
I could smell it in the crisp morning air. The scent wafting freely, tickling my nostrils and sending the butterflies into a frenzy, the last remaining evidence that someone had fired a gun. I stood motionless, looking at the man with the bright orange protective sleeve wrapped halfway up his forearm. He lowered the gun [...]
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