It was like taking digital photograph after digital photograph of lilac bushes in the city park, moving with your digital camera right into the lilac bushes, because you are in love and out of your mind.
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It was like filling up your digital camera’s memory with bad photographs of lilacs and only lilacs, lilacs blowzily expanding to fill the four corners of all the frames.
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It was like walking right into the lilac bushes with your digital camera like a person hypnotized, pressing the button again and again to memorize the blowzy lilacs, to digitize the out-of-your-mindness of being in love.
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It was like being in love and out of your mind and walking straight into the lilac bushes to take bad digital photographs of the lilacs — though you know it won’t be long before you sit, bemused, deleting each one.