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erinbrew
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A number of years ago, I found two prints of my wife, one of her topless and the other of her totally naked. Nice prints, too: darkroom stuff. They fell out of a book I was shelving after a move. She'd forgotten all about them, but was amused to see them again. An old boyfriend took them––after, I'm sure, he'd taken her. It was a great discovery. Now we play with a camera fairly often. She likes knowing I have a stash of images of her. She gets off on knowing that I could, at any moment, post her around the world.