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“Life is a battle, but you can’t fight it with your fists.” She gently tapped me on the chin with my fist and then put her hand on my chest. “You got to fight it with your heart.”
The imperfection in the glass permeated every shot. There was no way around it. If I was taking pictures through that lens, which I used about 90 percent of the time on that shoot, it was there.”
“I think the heart is like that lens, and the soul is like that film.”

