iPhone Photo Chronicles ~ Scarred To Death ~ |
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My childhood scar was itching furiously as the attic door creaked open. And there they were.
In the slender rays seeping through the grimy skylight: five generations of skulls... of Wills.
I scraped at my brow.
From old granny Will top left to the one nearest.
With the scarred forehead...
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