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Thirty letters, two sisters and the town between them.

One portrait, no name on the back, and how I found her.

An afternoon in Pani Halina’s kitchen with a recorder.

Other people’s photographs, and why I buy them.

The first time she let me press the red button.

Request slips, green lamps and a birth record in Latin.

Photographs, string and five generations.

What the names and dates on the stones can tell you.

A brother in Chicago, a sister in Kraków, forty years of post.

Collars, hats and the studio stamp on the back.