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[neverabsolutely]

in the photo basket at home, there are prints of old photographs from when the great-greats were around and the greats were young.
they make me think about the inevitable things:
like how much changes with time and how little one sees in the great scheme and how, oh no, i'm really not ready to go - now or ever.

but, mostly - more than the people in the photographs - i think about the people behind the camera
because they have a story i can't see.