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I still don't know for
certain how Mr. B.H. Jiang found me, or why he decided to put his faith
in a total stranger. It is one of those things that happens nowadays on
the Internet. And, because it happens so casually, so innocently, it takes
a while for us to realize that it is altogether marvelous.
It was several months
ago that it began. Late one night, as I made a routine check of my e-mail,
a new message appeared with the subject "photographer," and it
brought with it a rather hefty attachment of files. The address indicated
that the message had come from a "jbh" in Guangzhou, China. As
it happens I have a friend with those same initials, and as it happens he
is a photographer who went off several years ago to work in Asia. The message
read simply: "Mr. beardsley How are you." That "Mr. beardsley"
was particularly puzzling because it occurred to me that my old friend would
never have been so formal, not even long ago when he was my student.
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