Aug 19, 2026
One photo, every day. Some good, some rough, most just normal Tuesday face. Day to day you can't see yourself change. Stack three hundred sixty five of these together and it shows.
Twenty years ago this meant a shoebox of prints, half of them lost by now. Today it's a phone and a folder that never runs out of room. I'll get to click through and watch my own face move through a year, then another, then another.
2026
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