...the frames were hung,
printed paper, memories. Faces, voiceless, whose names were lost but for a likeness from another time, in sepia or black and white. There was a chain in between the pictures and a path we could not see. Slightly torn and damaged, young, as they once were, now gone, forgotten, but for a likeness from another time, in sepia or black and white. These are your ancestors, your history, your DNA. They are part of your culture. ...Toffears
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