Basic Grey papers and Rusty Pickle chipboard letters. This is my journaling:

I hope that no matter what, I never lose hope. That no matter what, I can still load a camera with film and hear the hum of film winding into place, that I can lift the camera to my face and settle my eye into the view-finder, that I can see in sudden ways that are at once larger, sharper, more riotously colorful than any other seeing, that what I see is soft as petals, honed as a beak, stitched and quilled as feathers, secretive as an eyelid. To drop the shutter on such a sight is to hope utterly and in the name of silver salts and gelatin and crystals and sufficient exposure to light to render the likeness of a flamingo.

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