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Created page with "Oh the horrible things... cannot be unseen. Let me back up though. In my younger years, I always felt like I wasn't alone although in reality I was. Or so I thought. I was at my mom's mother's house once a couple years ago when I was looking through this old wooden box in the sewing building. I found old pictures of my ancestors, but in these pictures it's like I felt as if I was being pulled into them and saw the surroundings. I seen the horrible things my family had do..."