Wasteland
He carried his camera and case into the dining room, and as he stood there for a moment, peering at the table through the twilight haze in the room, he breathed deeply of the familiar holiday odors. Then he snapped on the light, and the table seemed to spring up out of darkness. [ . . . ]
He took several shots, quietly happy at the wonderful detail…
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