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I can't identify a single reason why this feels like a noteworthy shot off of this roll, but it does. Not a single face in the crowd is recognizable but this still feels like the echo of an old family vacation album, faded in your memory with time.
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Via twaniimals
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Im a lover girl behind my 1938293 walls i promise
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yeah i suppose
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22 may 2025, santa cruz island channel islands national park
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Insa-dong, Seoul
35mm, Kodak UltraMax 400, Minolta Himatic AF2
The first roll with Minolta Camera. I was manually rewinding the film and had a problem, so I took it in for repair with the film still loaded. So, more than half of it was burned and a lot of rest have been stained. The pictures above are relatively good condition among them.
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BATALHA MONASTERY - PORTUGAL
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i don鈥檛 think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you鈥檇 become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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michelle.cpy
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