As I was taking the pictures, the wedding party went in my town. While I examined the objects underfoot, the bridegroom carried his bride over the bridge in his hands. Now my photo enables me to relive that anew. The Arts wake up our memories, and we rejoice over the reading of the personal experiences in the pictures at a showroom , yet even the best paintings fail to substitute the choices we made for a better picks.
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