Two covers bound
with silver ties,
holding between them the sighs
of days gone by.
Brightly inked pages,
each a window into a different face-
moments captured and frozen in time.
Curling letters
scrawled in passing,
identifying each individual recognized within.
A year has passed now;
yet, time stands still
within the two bound covers.

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