Dolores took the framed photograph off the mantelpiece and gently wiped her figure across the glass. The faces of a man, a woman with a baby in her arms, and a boy astride his first bicycle smiled back at her from behind the dust. The melody of an old familiar tune drifted into her consciousness and Dolores surprised herself by knowing every word ... “When the lights come on again, all over the world ...”. How curious, she mused, to remember this song from all those years ago yet not be able to put names to the faces of her children.
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