Wouldn’t it be great to have a little time machine. Pop in and out of your life like a gentle breeze. Imagine the fun! The people that you could see again, the moments that you could re-savor. Perhaps that is what ghosts are? Ghosts of ourselves just popping back on the breeze for a quick dance.
Here is my very own little photographic time machine. I thought it would be best to start off with a small trip into the past. A litter flutter by some moments that I wish could have lasted forever.
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