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The photograph remained glossy and stiff, though the print had yellowed with age. The upper corners had gotten bent somehow, and a tear patched with clear tape on the back. The colors had faded; the rich hues of her dad's, uncle's and brother's hair tarnished from gold to brown, and her mom's hair had dulled to almost white.
Still, Becca could look at that photograph, taken so long ago, when she was only a few months old and Simon toddling, and see the shining smiles on her family's faces.
The love shining out of that old photo had never died.
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