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I showed her an ordinary photograph, taken by the ship's photographer. Portrayed was a young man coming up the gangway, carrying a bag and a typewriter. Shoes and coat were threadbare, features insignificant. After two seconds she gave it back. "Put it away," she said. "But why?" "There's too much pain in it." Damn, I thought, how could she have seen that again?
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