Lydia only knew that every time after placing the flowers, she'd stand across the street and stare at the glass door for a very long time.Until one day, she noticed a poster taped to the glass door.On the poster was my photo. I was holding a camera, smiling brightly.Below it read, "Nathaniel Hardy Solo Photography Exhibition—The World I See. Opening—Next Saturday, 3:00 pm. Venue—798 Art District".By the time Lydia arrived, the exhibition hall was already packed with people.Hanging on the walls were photographs. There were portraits, landscapes, and moments captured candidly on the streets. Beneath each photo was a label noting the time and place it was taken.The earliest few were taken five years ago in Starbrough—fallen leaves in Common Park, sunsets over Medburg Bridge, and an old man playing the violin in the subway station.There was also one of a woman in a white shirt standing against the light on a tree-lined campus path.It was Lydia on the day we first met.She
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