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honey, the moon 🌕
It was so quiet—I took out my camera and my big lens, cleaned all the dust, but it felt archaic. A lens made in America, like they don’t do it anymore, and a camera that can’t keep up.
Why do I even want to capture her? I don’t even log into my phone anymore, I am not interested on reaching her. Maybe I thought that it won’t look the same in the future, and didn’t want to miss my chance like the eclipse.
Lo que se es que nunca seré como ella, ni de plata ni de oro, pero quiero mantenerme dulce como luce, y no amarga como pasa. 0 reply
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