The same roll of film that my Aunt Harriet snapped the portrait of the sewing room
included a portrait of me and my brother on a rocking chair in the living room. My then two-year-old brother Iden seems somewhat perturbed by this unfamiliar woman taking his picture, which may be why I am holding his hand-- to assure him that everything was okay, so he wouldn’t run away.
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