I love you. No one else can make me feel the way you do. I know we have our problems, like when I drop you and then you don't work quite right. But I'd still pick you over those new cameras, the ones with the batteries and memory sticks. When I look at my bank account, and see it dwindling, I sigh and think of all the fun and anxiety we've been having. I promise to buy you a new strap this week, and maybe I'll even clean all your lenses. Today you took a picture of my grandpa holding his dog that I get to keep forever, even after he's gone, even after all the computers crash. Thank you, camera. You make everything better. You make everything ok. Thank you for letting me hide behind you.
Love, Melanie
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