Sometimes a moment is best left to memory; the tragedy is replaying it.
But I liked the time and space when this was taken.
I sat on a huge fallen tree trunk adjacent to this river's stream while the world around me collapsed once more.
I was desperately oblivious and selfish.
I would not hear anymore.
I just sat and took photos, lifting myself onto the trunk to plank-walk it, then snapping shots for a lesbian couple before the rest of the tourists left the scenic spot and the ensuing shouting match.
We take pictures to relive moments, the beauty is they happen once.
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