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b roll (03/16/2025)
so often, when i get handed stories where people die, I go to where it happened.
I go the place where they were last themselves, in their bodies, alive
"why do you film the flowers, Zach?
why do you show us the grass?
the breeze?
the green, green leaves?"
i want to show what it means
to look up at the sky one last time
i want to leave flowers for them
when I don't...
Sunday 16th March 2025 4:25 pm
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