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…showed last 75 words of 564 total…any more. Tears were already welling in my eyes. Everything in my box reminded me of someone, and everyone was aging. Some day my children will find this box and will only be able to guess at who the people in those pictures are, and what everything means, but for me, all those people are still alive. I still cherish their memory. I was lucky to know them, and I want them to know that.