My grandmother kept a photograph near her bed. The photo didn’t make much sense to me when I was very young, when she lived a couple of blocks away in a corner house that, in my memory, had a pantry full of cookies and an apple tree in the backyard.
The photo was of my grandmother when she was very young herself. She was at some sort of summer camp in Po…
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