my son has his father's photographs. there are a lot. He passed this one on to Alyssia who sent it along to me. Maybe I am 21. I used to like to dye my hair. Ash blonde, reddish, and this, my favorite, black. I remember being her.
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the beauty is visibel and i see the questions , the waiting , the expectation
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Aw, just LOOK at you Grace! I can see you in there, but still a newbie…all of the living between now and back then yet to have been.
You are so beautiful 🙂
I wonder if I remember me at 21…like Being that age, not just the facts of what happened then (like I had my son at 21). How did I feel?LikeLike
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It’s amazing, how we were…
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Pictures do bring back memories
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Yes
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Memories or ghosts
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Very true … not all memories are good although having survived can be.
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A beautiful and touching photo. Young woman meeting life.
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Loving seeing the lovely woman Grace at all the different ages…..beautiful now, too…..
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I see you already clear-eyed about the world. Getting ready.
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Aw Grace. How young you were. How young we all were once…Photos like this are soft, with a sharp edge. Thanks for showing it to us.
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all those….were there, yes.
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it’s interesting to see if you can
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not even “trying”
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hold them
carry themLikeLike
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I was so ready
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so changed tho
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yes. very much
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a life span, yes?
this pic rises up and makes its rounds of family every now and then. Is a favorite of my son.
today I saw it well…..on my 79th birthday….in the pic, I am at the beginning, now the final slide.LikeLike
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