Time suspended in precious photographs,
ghost's on exhibition,
raging fire ended.
I laughed when I read this, I seem to have photographs everywhere of various relatives who have passed away, just hope they don't come to haunt me! best wishes Lynda xx
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Your three compressed lines set off more bells in my head than the old pin-ball machine in my uncles bar. (No law prohibiting kids in bars back then. Gives you a clue to my age and that of the pinball machine) Yes, my most precious photographs are of 'ghosts.' I am fortunate to see that their raging fire has not ended by how my grandchildren look and what they say and do. Who would have thought those traits could be passed down? Tom