The travelling man takes a picture. I hold up my baby sister, my most prized possession. Travelling people come and go with a "namaste", fleeting faces and names I cannot pronounce, but I stay here. I am a speck, and my life is tiny, insignificant. But now I am in a camera. I exist there, preserved. A tinier me stands in this metal box with my baby sister, and the travelling man takes me around the world.
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