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As his memory faded, our grandfather only seemed able to remember the good old days of his childhood.
(maybe it is better that way)
A Faded Memory
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A Flash of Inspiration 
Oh yes, such things such make us value our lives more and more.
I love the photo, the typing, the brief story (brevity is undervalued).
How true.
Can I use this picture one day on my own blog? 🙂
I feel my own memories stirring and a story building…
Oh elusive and mysterious marionette, of course you can. But it’s typed on, so you really can only use it as-is 😉
It is great the way it is… and the story is what makes the picture. 🙂
Why thank you 😉