Do you know photos can speak?
I'm cleaning everything. Throwing stuff away, selling some things and putting old photos in photo albums. I don't remember year (must be 1993 or earlier). Somehow I like this photo a lot. I imagine it was taken when my parents got back from work and shopping. I remember Wartburg and that old bicycle at the background. But obviously it's not the most important.
Every page is filled with memories. I can even hear her voice.
I finished taking photos like this long, long ago. It doesn't matter. I don't have anyone to show them to. I won't have.
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