Our Uncle Blynn stopped in to stay with us one night recently, and took us out to a nice dinner. Here are the boys, a few years ago and then during our visit.
To the outside world we all grow old.
But not to brothers and sisters.
We know each other as we always were.
We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes.
We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys.
We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
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