Wednesday 19 June 2013
My Grandfather Never Had a Beard (...or a Rolleiflex)
Funny thing, life. We start by being ourselves, develop along our own features, grow old and suddenly one day end up looking like our forebears. My mother in her old age told me, eighteen years ago, that I had finally arrived at the age in which my face was a copy of that of her own father.
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