The red light of the darkroom bathes everything. Marta clips the freshly developed photo onto the drying line, looks at you through her glasses, then takes the camera off her neck and hands it to you.
Your set is done, bello. But I’m working on another one, still missing a few shots. This time, I’m in front of the lens—and you’re the one behind it. Patient, take it.
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