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11.04.2025

Anonymous

Postcard from the Edge of the Stage Paris, 1977. I’d saved for six months to buy a ticket. When the band started “Dogs,” the entire crowd moved like a single wave. Strangers linking arms, faces tilted to the lights. I took a photo that came out blurred and beautiful. I still have it pinned to my wall: proof that for one night, the world forgot its edges.

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