When I was little I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a poet, or a short story writer, or even a novelist, despite my shortcomings in being able to write a long piece of fiction. It was a dream, a fantasy, something that I could firmly believe in and get lost in at the same time. When I was 16 I thought I had better start getting practical. I thought I might be a journalist, or write articles for the internet. Yet, when I found myself a working professional, it was not writing that I was focused on: it was photography.
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