Inside Out: Image ONE, 2020.
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Inside Out
It was too cold to be in Ottawa;
to be standing in an underpass in late November,
when the temperature rivaled January's coldest.
It was too cold to be inside a cement cocoon,
out of the sun,
in wind's way,
frantically fiddling with a Mamiya.
It was just plain too cold.
No wonder Martin ran away.
Inside Out: Image TWO, 2020.
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Inside Out: Image THREE, 2020.
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Inside Out: Image FOUR, 2020.
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Inside Out: Image FIVE, 2020.
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