Chapter 57 · for subscribers
Sixty years of photographing a town is a ledger of favours, and he spent that afternoon finding out what the ledger was worth on the day after he said out loud what he had done. Four doors said no. The clinic said yes because he had photographed its opening in nineteen sixty-eight, and the girl in the front row of that photograph was the only person in it still working there.
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