adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, November 18, 2012

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I was looking through a box of photos by my late Aunt Dorothea and came across this:


Me, at a family get-together, doing what I normally did -- bury my nose in a book. I would guess I'm maybe twelve-ish in this picture. Well, it was at at my grandparents' house and Grandaddy did have a great library. Some of which I now have here.

I was definitely not an outgoing kid. Not that I'm outgoing now.

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