Frames
To me there is nothing more sad than finding old photos
at a flea market or antique store
Their value upheld only in the frame that contains, what was once,
someone’s cherished memory.
Who were the people in these photos? What did they do?
Who loved them?
How is this their legacy?
Such a reminder to me,
Just how tenuous life as we know it can be.
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