I lifted the enormous hunk-of-a-Polaroid camera to my eye. It was foreign to the Munson tribe. Curious, three of the male Munson felt compelled to lean in for closer inspection of the strange machine. Initially, they told me through a translator, they felt apprehensive of its thundering shutter, and its flash they equated in brilliance to that of the harsh January haze. In time, though, they admired the Polaroid for its abilities to capture their savage, savage souls.

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