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Yet it has its own rationale , its own standards , its own problems , its own values . Both as an enterprise and as a product , photography stands apart from all crafts and all other arts . The photographer approaches the world with an ...
Yet it has its own rationale , its own standards , its own problems , its own values . Both as an enterprise and as a product , photography stands apart from all crafts and all other arts . The photographer approaches the world with an ...
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It's going to be a lovely trip . " " The hell . " Willie ignored her . " I'm going to have a lousy time . " " When You Know Who left You Know What fatherless baby with me I didn't stop to ask what kind of time I was going to have .
It's going to be a lovely trip . " " The hell . " Willie ignored her . " I'm going to have a lousy time . " " When You Know Who left You Know What fatherless baby with me I didn't stop to ask what kind of time I was going to have .
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GLORIA ( Laughs ) I guess I've got an idea what it's done to mine . SYBIL Gloria ? You haven't begun to resent your mother , have you ? GLORIA I love my mother very much . You know that . SYBIL Yes . Gloria , I hope you don't mind my ...
GLORIA ( Laughs ) I guess I've got an idea what it's done to mine . SYBIL Gloria ? You haven't begun to resent your mother , have you ? GLORIA I love my mother very much . You know that . SYBIL Yes . Gloria , I hope you don't mind my ...
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