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Sometimes I look back at old photos I have taken and while I remember them all, they are also somehow unfamiliar to me - lie I am looking at photos of people I have never met, in places I have never been.
Without looking at a photo I don't remember how my dad or my grandparents looked. Also I could not describe how my mother or our neighbors looks. But when I see them I recognize them. Mind is a bizarre thing...
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