I vaguely remember this photo being taken. My mother and I were at a store in Ann Arbor and she put me in the booth to have my photo taken. The booths took four shots. On the last shot, she put her own face in. Unfortunately, my eyes were closed on that shot.
After I got this computer, one of the first things I did was super-impose her face onto one of the photos where my eyes were open.
She died from cancer when I was barely eight years old.
The miracles of modern technology made to serve the longings of the heart.
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