A camera flashes behind me and I begin to wonder: how many times have I interrupted the background of someone’s photo? How many copies of my image lie in the hands of complete strangers who knew me as nothing more than the girl at the next table over? How odd it is to think that we all will live on, unintentionally, through others’ pictures.
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