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Post by Daphne on Oct 3, 2011 22:53:31 GMT
Toward the end, my father
took up photography
snap!
flash!
snap!
snap!
flash!
Nothing was safe
from his creativity
and ingenuity.
He would shoot anything
and everything.
I found a thousand shots of me
after his death.
His lens had captured everything about me
-freckles
-smiles
-pimples
-moods
-my pain
-my degradation
at his hands.
Memories are made of this
and how greatly I wish
he had never owned a camera.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 5, 2011 16:31:03 GMT
I wouldn't object to some feedback.
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Post by alex on Oct 5, 2011 19:13:25 GMT
Tricky one to comment on, Daphne; I much prefer your funny ones.
The only thing that stuck out like a sore thumb to me was this bit...
''His lens had captured everything about me
-freckles
-smiles
-pimples
-moods
-my pain
-my degradation
at his hands. ''
I wondered why you used 'my' before 'pain' & 'degradation' ? Is it needed?
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Post by Daphne on Oct 5, 2011 21:05:35 GMT
I wrote it for PS when I was explaining that I had been abused by my father as a child. Me, I mean, not my father.
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Post by alex on Oct 7, 2011 0:36:58 GMT
yes, but you haven't answered my question....
I wondered why you used 'my' before 'pain' & 'degradation' ? Is it needed?
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Post by Daphne on Oct 17, 2011 17:22:10 GMT
Probably not. But, hey, who cares? It's 100% fictional anyway.
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Post by alex on Oct 17, 2011 23:14:44 GMT
woteva !!
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Post by Daphne on Oct 24, 2011 15:50:19 GMT
Yes indeed.
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