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  • echosight:

    “But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
    for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
    I am living. I remember you.” This concludes our interpretation of Marie Howe’s poem, “What The Living Do”. Thank you #echosight for having us and all y’all for following along! Continue following @annieflanagan in New Orleans and @maddiemcgarvey in Ohio. #doubleexposure #montage #columbus #ohio #neworleans