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  • Recently, I have been overcome by this desire to be able to step into old photographs of my parents like doorways, to dive into the distant past and be present in a moment before my existence.
    Nothing but imagination can fulfil this desire, so: fixated, my eyes mind soul absorbe every detail to be seen in these seconds, frozen with ink on often-held pages, as I assemble conversations in my mind between a shimmer-eyed couple and a girl who is not yet their daughter.
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