That an old photograph can awaken such pathos, it catches me off-guard: a creased and evidently oft-handled photo of my great-uncle Ivor. An amateur pigeon fancier in his younger days, he stands grinning to the camera, proudly clutching one of his prize winning doos. Scratched onto the photo in his aging, decrepit handwriting are the words ‘happy days’.
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