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It was my niece's fifth birthday party, and I had taken dozens of photos—candles blown out, cake smeared across smiling faces, and little ones running wild in the backyard. But when I scrolled through them later that evening, something felt missing. The images were crisp and colorful, yet they lay flat on my screen, unable to convey the giggles, the chaos, the sheer life of the moment. I sighed, thumb hovering over the delete button, wondering why even the best shots felt like museum exhibits be

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