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The Album In the attic she finds a gray tattered album. She brushes aside cobwebs and dust, sits in an old rocking chair and carefully turns fragile pages filled with old photo's from a world so different, world wars, the depression women voting, trips to the moon The chiming of the mantel clock tells of hours passing, as she tries to get to know this cast of characters from so long ago. |
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