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I became so aroused by people’s responses to the photograph that every day I took a picture of someone in the neighborhood, had it enlarged and framed for the very select gallery. Regulars started to come daily to see the new star and a few, hat in hand, knocked on my door. They asked if I might consider photographing them to be hung in the limelight. Oh, yes, I was more than happy to fill their requests because every new image filled my heart, getting to know new Romans and see them become the man or woman of the well deserved hour.
ocals soon stopped and mused upon the cobbler, discussing his life, when they first met him, how hard he worked and what had become of his wife and children. There was a tightly woven screen over my doors and from inside the flat I could see and hear those at my curious one photograph gallery but they could not see me. I was the American fly on the wall.
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