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I am drawn to its lights and colors like a moth to a light. The shooting gallery has lifted its iron curtain, displaying its treasures as if it is inviting me to a game of chance. I think about you as I go to pull the trigger. How ironic that even among the cuddly toys it's you who I remember.
|Numbered works, limited||10 originals|
|Photographic Themes||Europe / Urban|