Snapshot
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Terminé jeu., sept. 5, 2019<5 mins
Snapshot utilises conventions of drama to evoke feelings of sympathy and small aspects of suspense. It covers the story of someone who has no memory of their mother who fled during their infancy, and all that they know of her is a simple photograph. The purpose of the story is to identify that even though we may chase our dreams they will not always end in fruition.
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