What the fuck. I really don't have any pictures of my own, and it's my own fault. My life is disorganized. I ponder if it will return to the point that it was at just a few short years ago, maybe two. It wasn't perfect - I had time to indulge my interests and passions and other.
Now, I have a packed box of unscanned negatives - thousands. I must live with the idea that there might be good pictures in there. There must.
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