Chapter Fifty-One
A picture's worth a thousand words.
A thousand laughs. A thousand smiles. A thousand tears. A thousand tiny pieces of a shattered heart.
Every picture hold at least one life. Hidden away in that vintage of film, an entire story hides within plain sight. Whether you're close enough to spot the details or far enough away to capture it all, each perspective will give a separate tale to the one who seeks it.
My life has proceeded from one distinctive photograph to the next. The only truth in each was the little bit of life they took from me. Well, it all comes full circle in the end. And when all is said and done, my life is mine again.
In the end, a picture only holds part of the tale. The rest is in the moments that transpired memories.
Then set them free.
Oliver "Hummingbird" Hart.
The end.
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