I’m always intrigued by black-and-white photographs, especially those stacked and forgotten in flea market booths. Even young people look old in these images, a reflection of a time and life much more difficult than ours.
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I feel a certain sadness for these forlorn sepia-toned photos hanging in curved antiqued frames.
Who were these people? Soldiers who fought in our wars, babies who grew up to be town leaders, a row of teenage girls flashing big smiles…
What did these people contribute? Does anyone remember?
Will my family photos end up in a musty stack somewhere?
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