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"Mum?"

"Yes, son?"

"Loads of people have taken photos of us, haven't they."

"Yes, quite a few, I suppose."

"Loads and loads."

"Yes. Why?"

"What's that bloke with the camera bothering for, when there's tons of pictures of us already?"

"Well son, maybe he feels he's discovered a fresh insight into our relationship with our surroundings, noticed an arresting and powerful silhouette effect against the sky, or seen something symbolic and profound about us that no-one's ever captured before."

"Ah. I see."

"Or maybe he's just a bit desperate for a blip."