Whenever I see old images, or negatives, in the bargain bin at flea markets and antique stores, I always feel a bit sad for them. The images are of someone that was once important to the image owner. Time passes, the owner passes, nobody remembers who the person in the image was, and their last remnant is discarded; to be consigned as a nameless entity, with no history, to the bargain bin.

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