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It is interesting to see the face of my mother as a child and then growing up. One can recognize her all the way back to her childhood.
Of all these images we only overlapped in time for the last one taken at Christmas when I was two or three. They were taken of a young girl and later young woman of whom I know little. Her life seemed simple. Boarding school from September to June and then a few weeks of outdoor pleasures at the cottage. Her father was a bit of an outdoor activist.
I know my mom to be an optimist and I think one can see that in her eyes.
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