I can't find my camera. My infinitely precious Canon Rebel XTI with a fisheye lens that I spent an entire 6 months of my life in a grilled cheese bodega sweating, marinating, being harrassed, threatened occasionally, and generally harangued in, all for this dream. My first camera, my ticket to a life I have dreamed of since I was a teen girl. I have no idea where it can be, and can't even begin to afford a new one. I'd cry but I am in too much shock, that and I don't cry.
I would like to turn a corner, oh! and there it is. I t has been witness to the two hardest years of my life. I adore how idiosyncratic it is, how it takes forever to recycle it's built in flash, how it is perfect. I really may just weep. Damnit.
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