The photograph

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There is a photograph on my shelf of six people on a beach, squinting into the sun. Three of them I still see often. Two I have lost touch with entirely. One is no longer alive. Every time I dust the frame I mean to put it away, because it makes me a little sad, and every time I put it back, because it also makes me glad the afternoon happened at all.

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