Flipping through glossy pages protectors of memories
long forgotten, still cherished in the fond light of recognition
touching the past
glowing in sepia
faded black and white
places and times
before words intervened
when teachers were each other
toys schooled us in puzzling, playing and working
wispy faces and names
decades of ancestry posed on a summer’s day
focused on time-stamping a moment.
“What was our life like? I almost don’t remember now. Though I remember it,
the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly.”
~ Richard Ford, The Sportswriter
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