The morning after the bad news, I sat up and picked up my phone. As I leaned across the bed to reach for a glass of water, I heard a strange noise coming from my iPhone. The night before, I had downloaded a photo strip program, but I had not taken any photos with the app. At least, as far as I knew.
When I looked down at my phone, this strip appeared. If I had been given the assignment in a photo class to present the concept of "crossing into the light," I don't think I could've done a more literal job than fate did for me.
When I looked down at my phone, this strip appeared. If I had been given the assignment in a photo class to present the concept of "crossing into the light," I don't think I could've done a more literal job than fate did for me.
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