Fashioning the Body: Versions of the Citizen, the Self, and the Subject

How I fell in love with my prosthesis

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I saw you, as you were given to me, beautiful, perfect and mine. I held you, as you held me, with emotion, strength, and familiarity.  When I looked through you, I saw the world as you only you could let me, as all I desired to see. I’m convinced we grew through each other.  I gave you life, which you gave back to me. In photos of everything we became, of everything I saw by you.  My love and my inspiration, desire; formed into your film.