they're amazing. i love the quality. exactly like memories. fuzzy in some parts and sharp in others.
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my granddad when he was a little boy
(clearly as unhappy about that haircut as you would expect):
the house i grew up in, where all my pets are buried in the back yard,
and where we moved from 2 summers ago:
when i was about 4 or 5:
yes, that badass, apple-muching, band-aid-wearing girl is little me. the boy eating the orange in the dead center is my brother. my mom said i used to hang around the team at half time during my brother’s soccer games to eat the snack provided for the players.........so....there's that