Have you ever chanced to look at the family photos of a stranger? Not the posed kind but rather those shots of everyday life that mean more than what you see on paper. In the albums of strangers the world is beautiful.
The pictures from my childhood are strange to me. It is hard to distinguish if my recollections are genuine or reconstructions based on pictures.
The girl in the picture is a stranger even though I know she is me.
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