When the time came, more quickly and urgently than I could have ever pictured, for me to leave the marriage, the camera was one of the things I packed into a laundry basket with a few changes of clothes and other necessities. I don't think I threw it in there among toothbrushes and stuffed animals and tiny undies thinking I'd reclaim my space in the photographs, but the camera was there, in my possession. 

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