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But someone was watching. Me. I took this photo. And yet, staring at it now, I don’t remember pressing the shutter. I don’t remember the day, the city, or why she was laughing. The metadata is long gone. The camera was a cheap point-and-shoot I haven’t owned in eight years.

I’ll never know. But that’s the strange gift of a forgotten JPEG. It doesn’t ask to be understood. It just is . A ghost of a moment, compressed into pixels, waiting on a hard drive for someone to find it and wonder. MILA -1- jpg

I double-clicked before I could stop myself. But someone was watching