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“Heirloom”

  • Susan Black
  • Mar 5
  • 1 min read

Two faded photographs.  Could be a single photo; each completing the other.  They emerge from a mildewy box in a mildewy cellar filled with mildewy boxes.  Nearby are many other boxes that will eventually become mildewy.  “Oh,” says Mom, her voice mildewy.  “Here’s my parents.”


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