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| Ye Photograph, remain eternal as a memorial of me! |
| Mehdi Vosoughnia |
Once again, they are in front of a photographer. Now nobody dies for them and nobody falls in love with them.
Only their memory comes and goes every now and then. In their time, they would step into a photography atelier to externalize themselves and today I, the photographer, have stepped into their sanctum to record their photos. more
Only their memory comes and goes every now and then. In their time, they would step into a photography atelier to externalize themselves and today I, the photographer, have stepped into their sanctum to record their photos. more
