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| This is the top of the stairs of the Serenbe Photography Center...closed on the Sunday I went. I don't know what I would have done if it had been open. I didn't have enough money to sign up for any of their mind-bendingly awesome workshops. I guess I just wanted to stop by and say, "Hey, I think you're really great, and I'm glad you're here. And someday very soon you're going to teach me things that will help me to be the best photographer I can be and fulfill all my hopes and dreams." (Which probably would have come out a whole lot like: "Hey, do you have any brochures?") I walked away from the locked door and moved down the steps where the Little Guy was waiting for me on the Serenbe sidewalk. |
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| Small strands of red consolations waited for me to turned the corner... |
