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Gone But Not Forgotten
Each box was like a time capsule, preserving a moment in history. Among the pictures, one stood out. A handsome young man in a military uniform, his smile bright, his eyes full of hope and dreams. His picture was framed, a solitary poppy pressed beside it. Eunice pointed to it, her eyes welling up with tears. “That’s my Daniel,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “My brother.”
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