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The idea of 'voice', an internal voice, chattering away, the finger types some words on this screen, words form seemingly through a correspondence between thoughts and language. In many ways thoughts don't chatter and this internal voice is not speaking. Feelings linger; fear, love, anger, grief. I remember this sequence of words from long ago. How does that feel now? I sigh, and remember those feeling of being overwhelmed, those times I would cry. Which words to choose to speak, to articulate passing thoughts. A contemplative way of being. Feelings not so fraught now, in this way. Which photographs to remember? My photographs seem to remember me, like a voice.

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