Good shot. Natural light. My apartment in Manhattan. John was healthy. So, it was before the lung cancer. That is the old sofa behind him. I recognize the chair and the light switches. Ok? It’s a good shot? Or, are the memories wistful. He’s been gone a long time. I miss him. But, then he lives in my heart. Good shot? Priceless! I know all this. In a few years no one else will know or remember. There is so much to be gleaned from a photo that is never said. God bless.
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