In the photos of her youth,
in various poses, at differing ages,
there we were. All of us, and generations that followed.
Not yet here, yet, there we were.
Perfectly relfected in her face.
All that unlived history built into the moment of each photot.
All that water, yet to flow under the bridge.
The click of the camera. Stilled, life bearing witness.
Various poses, and differing ages.
There we all were. Way back then. Perfectly reflected in our mothers face.


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