Images captured
Her timeline has ticked forward
She’s been long sorting the negatives
By a dim red light
Irises just slivers here, well adjusted
To discerning depth in shadows
She’s choosing those worthy of keepsakes;
Though, not recognizing the players
Enlarging and exposing,
Washing away remnants before hanging
Allowing for frozen memories,
Knowing not what they will become
She emerges terrified,
Being deprived of light too long
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