we're living in my husband's grandmother's house - the house that nobody lived in for over ten years. we get to sort through the few things that were left in the house all that time. while cleaning out the closet, i found these polaroids. i have no clue who, what, where, when. we'll have to call and ask nana, but i'm almost not sure i want to know. imagining is pretty fun.
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I love finding old pictures and not knowing the story behind them. The making up of the story is usually far better than the actual event.
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