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Back when the camera thought I looked happy

Nostalgia. A powerful emotion. Some might argue it’s not an emotion. I certainly don’t care. Nostalgia. I’ve been feeling it a lot lately. It courses through my veins and into my the right and left side of my brain.

I looked at some old photographs on my dresser that made me catch my breath. Well, one in particular. I was happy. I was smiling. I felt safe. There was much to take from that photo.

Fast forward to now. Today. Yesterday. A month ago. I look at those digital photos and see a resilient strong woman who puts her best face forward. I smize. I highlight my cheekbones. I learned a lot from Tyra Banks.

The thing is this. The photographs definitely capture a continuum of life. The spectrum. The different people we become on the outside.

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