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Going through them all

He turned each photo over, hoping for names, but instead found handwritten years. 1948. 1951. 1953. Some had brief labels like “back garden” or “barn roof after storm,” but they offered no context. The last photo was the same woman from the photos again. But this time, she stood alone in a different place, one Cade knew all too well. It was his own backyard.
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