Urban urchins
I covet vintage pictures. It makes me sad to see a box of cast off photos in a flea market or junk store. Often times it is a whole generation thoughtlessly thrown away like yesterday's rubbish. . .Crazy Aunt Ida with the hat fetish and crooked smile. The cherubic twins before acne and teenage angst. Molly chasing butterflies and dreams. . .Perhaps the reason they touch a chord is because I don't have ghost of my ancestors piled in my drawers. It is the only time travel I will ever do. Those anonymous faces have stories waiting to be revealed and they live again in my imagination.
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