In a warm and sultry forest far, far away, there once lived a mother fruit bat and her new baby.
Oh, how Mother Bat loved her soft tiny baby. “I’ll name you Stellaluna,” she crooned.
Each night, Mother Bat would carry Stellaluna clutched to her breast as she flew out to search for food.
Now I don’t mean to say that all photographs have to be mean. Sometimes they show something really nicer, in fact, than what you felt. Or, oddly, different. But in a way this scrutiny has to do with not evading facts, not evading what it really looks like.
– Traci channeling Diane Arbus
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