There are photographs in the lounge, hallways and study of the family that live here. There are family portraits, five of them huddled tight together, parents arms opened out in an embrace. And single portraits of the girls, carefully framed and hung. They smile, strong and confident, looking at the camera.
The photographs are like mirrors reflecting the people they once were, a way of measuring themselves, like notches carved into a doorframe – but measuring more then height or physical shape. The photographs connect each other to themselves, the rest of the family the the home where these portraits hang.
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