Turning back to the path I thought I was on before life took me somewhere else (A poem)

Writing epistles is harder than I thought it would be. So far, I feel like I’m ending up with a really bad ‘artist’s rendering’…
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Upon finding the box of Polaroids I had taken a few weeks ago but then forgot all about (a poem)

Last night, I used my Polaroid SX-7o for the first time this year. When putting the print in the empty film box to save until I got home, I found that I had left three photos in it from the last time I used the camera…

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