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One memory of my childhood never left me: It was in Kindergarten. When we were good, the teacher would let us pick a beautiful image at the end of the day... She had a box full of wonderful and colorful images...I can still remember the smell of the paper, the excitement and how proud I was to get such a beautiful image ! I'd cherish it and stare at it... I think this is when it all started for me. My love of beautiful images !
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