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As I walked to the elevator, I had a sudden inclination. I turned and faced back down the hall, fiddled with my camera to compensate for the low light, and firmly pressed the button. That first click came at 12 noon on Saturday, September 16th, and was the beginning of my documentation of the next 24 hours of my life in Washington, DC. When I thought about it later, this was an appropriate beginning in that this poorly lit hallway is the last thing I see each night before I go into my room, and the first thing I see each morning when I leave. |
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