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Frozen in time

  I was about eight years old and my younger sister around three when we were frozen in time on an old wooden bench on a cool summer’s day in 1972. Undoubtedly we had just been running up and down the silvery planks of the boardwalk just moments before this photo was taken. Mom or Dad must have called our names, “Kathy, Lynda, . . ., look… Continue reading Frozen in time