Saw Sarah's post about old photos and it got me thinking. Found a box of my grandma's slides in the attic earlier today. No projector, so just holding them up to the window. All these little squares of a life I barely knew. Weird how a Wednesday afternoon can feel like a Sunday night sometimes.
Saw Sarah's post about old photos and it got me thinking. Found a box of my grandma's slides in the attic earlier today. No projector, so just holding them up to the window. All these little squares of a life I barely knew. Weird how a Wednesday afternoon can feel like a Sunday night sometimes.
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