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| One picture of forgotten faces, found in a rained on skip. |
All with the skips that I passed at eighteen at June. It came to that there was a portrait of four members of the family. Who'd forget something so valuable?
Four unknown young faces, disjointed sequins. Something that's too priceless for a thrift store yet laying there like a forgotten obituary.
Why is that memories being forgotten to this time of age and discredited here, did a tragedy happen? Or did something else?
I'll never know, that's okay.