Found Polaroid #15
The air was hot, and the idea of moving was simply frightening. There was nothing he could do to stop sweating. He pictured himself standing up, walking to the kitchen,…
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The air was hot, and the idea of moving was simply frightening. There was nothing he could do to stop sweating. He pictured himself standing up, walking to the kitchen,…
No matter how many times he was told to take the hat off, Bill remained resistant. “It was my father’s,” he would explain to nobody in particular, “he always wore…
I can remember the day this photo was taken. I was only eleven when grandma Lucille had her seventieth birthday party at the ocean house. Something had caught grandpa’s eye,…