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Apart from the buckets - or are they tiny cream containers such as used to come with a cup of coffee? - I can identify nothing, yet my mind is filled with probable near misses: a canvas bag of battens, a twisty telephone cord, a tool to clean venetian blinds, each guess becoming nebulouser and nebulouser because the context, an improbable square hole in some paving, appears to have a vacuuous vacuumous sucky life of its own. You are clearly a bad person and mean everything you say about photography. |