Pressed Between the Pages

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This is me and my sisters, long ago and far away--well, not too far away as the crow flies. Joanne is holding Baby Ramey. And that’s me standing in front of them. I’m three years old, Joanne is 12, and Ramey is newborn. 

There’s a quote in a book I read a couple of weeks ago that I will paraphrase (since I don’t remember the exact wording). The character is looking at a photo of himself taken many years passed. He comments on the fact that because the cells in our body regenerate themselves every so many years, he is physically a totally different person from the one in the photo. 

I am not that little girl anymore. And boy! can I feel it.


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On 04/13/2017, Linda said ...

ha-ha. Me, too!


On 04/13/2017, Barbara Anne said ...

Sweet!

Hugs!
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