in the final episode of six feet under,as claire is leaving to move to new york,she takes a picture of the family on the front steps.nate is behind her and says "you can't take a picture of this,it's already gone."this is when i begin to cry.i find myself in a very claire fisher-like mindset regarding my recent trip to belize.as soon as the cab door closed i began to tear up and looked behind me to watch the special people i had met slowly fade into the distance.i take photographs primarily to preserve my memories,and to prove that things really happened.the last photo i took was of the cab driver's eldest child.she made me feel better because everything about her was full of hope and promise.isn't that so obvious?i think so.
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