My mother listening to the ocean through a seashell.
Me twirling in my flower romper on a summer day.
My dad standing next to his sports car in Germany.
I love my collection of vintage family photos. I keep them in old tins and cigar boxes and I keep them in places where I can open the lids and sift through time. Now that the whole world seems to have gone digital, I am grateful for these precious snapshots.
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