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THE HALF-LIFE OF REMEMBERED LIGHT
Some moments dim slower than others, persisting like an afterimage in the mind’s eye. They flit between memory and imagery, each preserving the other in an eternal ballet of reflection and recollection. But who leads this dance - the photographer who holds these faces in algorithmic light, or those who once opened their hearts and doors to a passing stranger? In rooms and spaces kept warm in pixels and code but not in life and time, do other hearts still beat to these same moments, keeping them alive in ways no binary can measure?
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