Looking back now, I see you swaddled in white sheets, your hair hopelessly tangled and your necklace faintly glinting gold between your breasts. Telltale picture; the manifest image of all my desires in sharp focus and staring back at me. God, how I wish I'd never tripped the shutter. Sometimes it's better to forget. (A Photographer's Regrets, D. Boon)
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Date: 2010-09-12 04:46 am (UTC)in white sheets, your hair hopelessly
tangled and your necklace faintly glinting
gold between your breasts. Telltale
picture; the manifest image of all my
desires in sharp focus and staring back
at me.
God, how I wish I'd never tripped the
shutter.
Sometimes it's better to forget.
(A Photographer's Regrets, D. Boon)