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...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