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"It's like when I'm taking pictures,
that feeling of- peace."
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August Murphy spent most of her life
behind a camera, but what happens
when a pin...
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꒷꒦꒷‧˚.♡࿐ AUGUST MURPHY hasspent almost her entire life behind a camera. When she was four, her parents bought her a small one, meant for a child, and out of the hundred gifts they got her that year it was the one she never put down.
It started as a way for her to document her day. Show her parents all the things they missed when they were away, which happened to be a lot... then it turned into something more.
By the time she was thirteen, it wasn't about anyone else. It was just her, capturing the world, for her. What she saw and how she saw it. How she felt. And sometime around the time she turned sixteen she figured out how to balance her photography and make it about her, and for her, and also for and about other people.
Her photography had become her expression. Her therapy. Her love language. August Murphy was her photos and her camera, or at least that's how she felt.
But one day, a pink-haired-surfing-troubled-teen boy named BAXTER RADIC saw behind the camera.
