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Why we should all leave something behind

Amongst the crates of old china, boxes of rusted tools and heaps of dull, tarnished cutlery I find a cardboard box of photos. Some are in frames, some are loose, black, white, sepia, I sift through them, looking at the people, staring at their faces, their clothes, searching for their personalities. The same people appear several times; these were someo…