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Confessions of a photographer

When I’m alone, I like to talk. When I’m with other people, I like to be silent. When I’m with my camera, no words are necessary.
That is the sad reality of a photographer’s life. Sorry. This is the sad reality of a photographer’s life.
It all started Monday, when she walked into my life. How was I to know that a simple model could hide such a daring secret?

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