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Dear D,

I could vividly remember the first time I saw you. It was the time my mom, her friend, and I went to this new school to enroll.

I could remember that maybe it was a graduation or recognition because chairs were arranged neatly in the gym and then I saw you.

Plain white shirt and the usual light brown color of a Filipino. I think I didn't quite encapsulate your face to my mind because I quickly saw your back and how you arranged the camera between the chairs. You were the photographer I assumed and I thought that I would never see you again.

Love,
C

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