Ben: He was there, scurrying only a bit and then freezing as I drew closer. I brought down a low hanging limb with leaves as green as he, set it to where he could grab hold, and so he'd feel less anxious by my presence. "Here. Take it," I said. He did, too. "There you go," I said. "Better, right?" I asked. He never replied, though--it was all the same, and I brought the branch slowly back to it's place and then watched as he blended with it and everything else that I knew he called, "home."
Morgan: Criticisms of Photography in the 20th Century.
Rachel: Touring VMI on the way to West Virginia.
Rachel: Touring VMI on the way to West Virginia.
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