I recall pictures of family and friends and me from 40, 50, and 60 years ago and wonder where I was then in the fog of the past. Pictures preserve memories and people we forget, places we once were at and barely remember now. I remember the smile my first girl friend had that stayed with me for 60 years. She passed away at a young age but I have never been able to forget her smile. She remains with me as a childhood memory, friend, and first love, a simple kiss on her cheek was our last goodbye.
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