This camera smells of the old.
Smells of things that have been and gone.
It has smudges from fingers that once lifted it to their blinking eye to capture something wonderful.
It is heavy now in my hands, and it makes a slow clicking noise.
It makes me happy when I see it.
Some one gave it to me, because for a tiny moment.
I meant something to them.
Well, at least that is what I like to believe.
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