Checking photos
The picture frames were yellowed with age, their glass dimmed by time. Lilly stepped closer, her eyes straining to catch the details. Most of the photos had faded, but she could still make out a young woman sitting on the farmhouse porch. Next to her, a middle-aged man with kind eyes held a cat. Their faces seemed locked in another world, frozen yet strangely watchful.
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