Where are the pictures of the other ancient ones? I think I know. In the small room to the right of the hallway downstairs. There are four in that photo--my mother, her sister, her mother, and someone I do not know, a girl they took care of I bet. They are laughing as a wave comes up to splash them, a wave from the long island beach we all went to in the summer. But this was before my time, and yet I feel somehow that I too was there--in her smile, so bright and clean and pure, while no one asked for anything from her but to take on the waves that came from other shores, and not fear them, not let them win.
Where are the pictures of the other ancient ones? I think I know. In the small room to the right of the hallway downstairs. There are four in that photo--my mother, her sister, her mother, and someone I do not know, a girl they took care of I bet. They are laughing as a wave comes up to splash them, a wave from the long island beach we all went to in the summer. But this was before my time, and yet I feel somehow that I too was there--in her smile, so bright and clean and pure, while no one asked for anything from her but to take on the waves that came from other shores, and not fear them, not let them win.
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