Mine Mine Mine
Excuse me – Ours, Ours, Ours.
This is why we work and this is why we try to make ourselves better.
This is why we are who we are and this is how we love.
This cannot be questioned.
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This is my niece. In this moment, she is the closet thing to having my own child I can have. I told my brother where to stand and how to work my camera and then for maybe the first time, I asked him to be me with it while I pretended I was him. In this moment, my brother was the best photographer there ever was.
October 29, 2009 | 07:19:52 PM | Texas