March 23, 2009
The frayed edges and worn in creases
Told a story of memory
Their bright smiles and candid laughter
Only showing what the camera could capture
No one can hear the laughter around them
The bustling of a busy crowd
A line of people wanting their picture taken
Gazing into each other’s eyes
She had her hand on the back of his neck
He held her waist
Simultaneously they leaned forward
The shutter snapped shut and opened
The camera faced down
And it was over
The frayed edges and worn in creases
Told a story of a memory
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