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		<title>By: Taylor K</title>
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		<dc:creator>Taylor K</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>His mind made the same sound as the shutter of my grandma&#039;s old folding crown graphic whenever she snapped photos of her peonies. Click.
You always knew when he was capturing subject because he would grow very silent and still, and his azure eyes would grow wide and round, resembling a glass, circular lens. Click. 
He didn&#039;t take many photos. In the eight years I had known him, he had only taken four. One of them was of the the haggard streetlight at fourth and Main street, in the rain, when the light had turned yellow. The other three, were of me. Click.
One had been of me when I was ten, playing at the beach at his summer home, laughing. The second, I think, was at a dinner party I had been forced to attend, grimacing at Ms. Honeyworth&#039;s biting comment on my figure. And the last, was when I was sixteen, looking upon the bed as they pulled the white sheet up over my mother&#039;s sunken face. Click.
I asked him once, why he had taken so many photo&#039;s of me, and not something prettier, not someone more interesting. He had smiled, a rare occurrence, and said, &quot;So I might remember you, if you ever return.&quot; Click.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>His mind made the same sound as the shutter of my grandma&#8217;s old folding crown graphic whenever she snapped photos of her peonies. Click.<br />
You always knew when he was capturing subject because he would grow very silent and still, and his azure eyes would grow wide and round, resembling a glass, circular lens. Click.<br />
He didn&#8217;t take many photos. In the eight years I had known him, he had only taken four. One of them was of the the haggard streetlight at fourth and Main street, in the rain, when the light had turned yellow. The other three, were of me. Click.<br />
One had been of me when I was ten, playing at the beach at his summer home, laughing. The second, I think, was at a dinner party I had been forced to attend, grimacing at Ms. Honeyworth&#8217;s biting comment on my figure. And the last, was when I was sixteen, looking upon the bed as they pulled the white sheet up over my mother&#8217;s sunken face. Click.<br />
I asked him once, why he had taken so many photo&#8217;s of me, and not something prettier, not someone more interesting. He had smiled, a rare occurrence, and said, &#8220;So I might remember you, if you ever return.&#8221; Click.</p>
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		<title>By: Kally</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kally</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 19:05:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The man patted his pocket, assuring himself that it was still there, the small pocket sized camera that would provide the proof that he needed. It would make all the difference to his future.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The man patted his pocket, assuring himself that it was still there, the small pocket sized camera that would provide the proof that he needed. It would make all the difference to his future.</p>
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		<title>By: Joanie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Joanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:57:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Duff didn&#039;t need a camera--he was on the tail of Raina all the way, as they made their roadtrip
up 95--to Disney, St. Augustine, and Savannah.  Vacation from Love, available from\Kindle for just 99cents!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Duff didn&#8217;t need a camera&#8211;he was on the tail of Raina all the way, as they made their roadtrip<br />
up 95&#8211;to Disney, St. Augustine, and Savannah.  Vacation from Love, available from\Kindle for just 99cents!</p>
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		<title>By: Adesola</title>
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		<dc:creator>Adesola</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:44:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The camera&#039;s talking. Snapshots; Containers of potential. Light clusters pointing towards events in the dream. Recording the assessment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>The camera&#8217;s talking. Snapshots; Containers of potential. Light clusters pointing towards events in the dream. Recording the assessment.</p>
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		<title>By: Amanda</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/camera/comment-page-5/#comment-412760</link>
		<dc:creator>Amanda</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:22:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>i wonder i wonder</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>i wonder i wonder</p>
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		<title>By: Matthew</title>
		<link>http://oneword.com/word/camera/comment-page-5/#comment-412759</link>
		<dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>camera is what they call something that takes pictures so you can keep that moment forever.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>camera is what they call something that takes pictures so you can keep that moment forever.</p>
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		<title>By: mar pimentel</title>
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		<dc:creator>mar pimentel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 18:18:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Earlier today, my sister and I discussed about the silliness of a Bachelor Degree in Photography.  Is there really that much science to producing excellent photos?  (snort)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Earlier today, my sister and I discussed about the silliness of a Bachelor Degree in Photography.  Is there really that much science to producing excellent photos?  (snort)</p>
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		<title>By: Joel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Joel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:59:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Smile. Click. Capture. Moments pass. Feelings fade. Words falter. But pictures make us relive and re-love.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>Smile. Click. Capture. Moments pass. Feelings fade. Words falter. But pictures make us relive and re-love.</p>
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		<title>By: laughalot</title>
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		<dc:creator>laughalot</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:49:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my camera has captured the moments that are done and over with. the people i miss, the people I&#039;m closer with... the times when all i could do was pray.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>my camera has captured the moments that are done and over with. the people i miss, the people I&#8217;m closer with&#8230; the times when all i could do was pray.</p>
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		<title>By: Suze</title>
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		<dc:creator>Suze</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Feb 2012 17:46:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the camera flashed in his eyes . . . causing him to see bright lights all around - laughing he squinted and reached out his hands, trying to grab ahold of one of the shiney orbs . . .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ <p>the camera flashed in his eyes . . . causing him to see bright lights all around &#8211; laughing he squinted and reached out his hands, trying to grab ahold of one of the shiney orbs . . .</p>
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