From someplace too far to travel,
Sit four sisters and their mother, kneeling for a picture:
One of them's dead, but for the portraits sake,
They have arranged her there, in an ingenious pose.
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Wow! I feel like I have looked into a moment in time through a lens and been given a glimpse of anothr world. Privileged information, stark and real and yet, and yet. Ephemera Dust on the wind as we all will be one day. Brilliant, Patti.