Photograph by Elizabeth

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  1. UnknownOctober 5, 2008 at 6:04 PM

    i love this picture. i want to see more of them. seeing her pictures makes me feel her presence more than anything else that reminds me of her.

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  2. Patricia MarkertOctober 5, 2008 at 8:06 PM

    Thanks for reminding me, Emma, to put more pictures by Elizabeth in this space. See above, a rare color shot that I really like. More to come.

    Patty

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How Dina Aunty relished her memories. Mummy and Daddy were the same, talking about their yesterdays and smiling in that sad-happy way while selecting each picture, each frame from the past, examining it lovingly before it vanished again in the mist. But nobody ever forgot anything, not really, though sometimes they pretended, when it suited them. Memories were permanent. Sorrowful ones remained sad even with the passing of time, yet happy ones could never be re-created—not with the same joy. Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.

> From A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry