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The pictures on the walls tell stories.
Stories of past.
While I look at them I remember good times I had.
The pictures on the walls tell stories.
When I see younger versions of my family I imagine a better life.
A life where everyone was carefree.
Passed down from generation to gernation.
Touched by multiple handes.
Stories of the past that I hope will last.
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