The Takedown

I look back and remember 
how carefully I placed 
all these photographs in 
these cheap Tjmaxx frames... 

Three pristine prints 
in complete symmetry. 

The glass left 
free of hairs...
stubborn dust... 
and fingerprint smears...  

Hanging in perfect unison.  


But now... 

Now I can't even look at them 
long enough to take them down.
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