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At some point a mist developed in the lenses of my sensibilities; all welcoming aspects of my internal and external environments had been tinted desolate. What was once a home could no longer be described as a house, and I couldn't rest in my deepest sleep. I was slowly drowning, and whatever was pulling me down had unbearable composure. Police killings and homophobia lurking in my anxieties didn't help either. My desire for an omni-faceted silence was growing, so I picked up a camera before I did something stupid.

Tommy Ray Long

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