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If this were IRL, I would meet Therese at her front step. I’d bring arnica for her injured knee. We’d drink tea poured from a long-spouted pot. Someone else would arrive with a sewing kit to fix the holes in her trousers.

In return, because this is how friends are, she’d show us exactly how she makes her cyanotypes.

There would be cake and maybe even velociraptors. At the end of the day, she’d show us the photo she took before we arrived. We’d pass it around, admiring the low angle, the pensive pose, the thoughtful positioning of potted plants. But our eyes would be drawn back to the torn knee, and though we’d already asked her a hundred times if it hurt and was the bruise healing, we’d gaze at the photo and wonder what was on her mind.

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