Even behind glass, the colors have faded. After all these years, you almost can’t make out what the images is. Mere outlines of formerly bright spots and shapes remain. Someone was proud enough of this image to frame it, save it. Somehow it made its way to this thrift shop, in this small town. Maybe people would buy it for the frame, but I was fascinated by the disappearing image. A story grew in my mind as I carried the image to the cash register.
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