Daryl only has the vaguest sense of what composition even is in this context. He squints at the photographs, trying to decide if any of them look any better than any other. Stares a long time, long enough to make one wonder if he's thinking anything at all. Daryl is fine with the silence.
Finally, he points to one picture in particular, flowers flanked by a brook. "That one. Best you got."
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Finally, he points to one picture in particular, flowers flanked by a brook. "That one. Best you got."