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I loved the way the burned-out flashcubes of the Kodak Instamatic
marked a moment that had passed,
one that would now be gone forever except for a picture.
- Derived from 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold
The broken filaments of the flash would turn a molten marble blue,
or sometimes smoke the thin glass black.
- Derived from 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold |
Labels: life is beautiful, people change but memories don't, pictures speak more than words
POSTED BY Jinx ON Monday, 21 November 2011 @ 08:38