Looking at you ME, baby

The outside cover was intact. She had done it no damage. Feeling relief, she looked inside and saw

her own image staring back at her.

 

 

 

 

 

There was no mistaking it.

This was her baby picture, one of the few photographs ever made of her.

Forgetting about the damage to the book, her heart beating as though she had run miles,

Mary reached inside and removed the picture.

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