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Being behind the lens had become his safe place. He was able to control how he saw the world. It felt like he was able to slow time while framing the perfect shot, narrowing his focus and clearing his mind. He got to show what and who he loved. From cute animals to pretty flowers; the quiet moments they thought no one else saw. The small smiles and longing glances from across the fire to the glassy eyes and vacant stares after a long fight.