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Dear Photograph, Meet me at the flagpole after school. - Lisa

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Dear Photograph, This picture was taken not long after my family moved here to Salt Lake. It has been many years now, and while I’m still young, I still remember the juvenile excitement that came with being a kid who was relocating to a new place. I may not have quite understood what this long-term move meant, but I was eager to explore all the new landmarks here which included hiking out to see this rock that I drove by each day. Things are different now, as I have grown much more familiar with this city. I may not have as many new experiences like discovering new places in this valley for the first time, but this rock is still here to remind me of my move to Salt Lake and the excitable 8-year-old I once was. - Cassidy

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Dear Photograph, this is an image of my great-grandmother, Nana Anna, in front of my grandfather’s house (her son) 26 years ago. Her joy and kindness glow from this image which resonates in all of our hearts. Each day, I am reminded of her peace and kindness through this image and my joyful heart is a result of her unconditional love and care. How lucky I am to share in her love and last name?

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Dear Photograph, You and Mom moved me in, then you posed for a picture in front of Spencer Dorm in 1987 before leaving me to start my freshman year. I got my degree; but I learned more from you than from any institution before or since. I would give anything for one more picture and a few more words of wisdom from you. I love and miss you so much, Dad. ❤️ - Meg

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Dear Photograph this Valentine's Day, just like every other day, I know my dear Dad is here at his favorite beach where I grew up. This is his final resting place and I know he is forever and always by my Mum's side - together again. - Bridgette

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Dear Photograph, Buddy’s sunbeam still comes by now and then, but he’s not here to greet it. It looks very empty without him dozing peacefully in its warmth. I am empty without him, too. Maybe one day there will be another dog to enjoy Buddy’s sunbeam, but there will never be another Buddy. - Jennifer

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Dear Photograph, You always taught us to be passionate about whatever we do. Fishing was yours! I always loved and admired your spontaneity to drive up to this amazingly peaceful place. This little town will forever be in our family thanks to you. It will continue to be full of life with your grandkids running around. I promise to pass down everything you taught me to them. You will continue to live on through them. Love you forever and always! - Nadia

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Dear Photograph, It's been 40 years since the day we said " I do". A lot has changed - we built a home, raised our family and watched them leave to write their own stories. Our three grandchildren bring new joy to our next chapter. So many changes but our love for each other has remained ever constant and we are forever grateful for that. - Debbie

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Dear Photograph, 15 years ago we moved into our first home in a newly developed neighborhood. A natural happy smile like that could only mean that Grandpa has ice cream waiting for us on the driveway. - Carrie

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Dear Photograph, Thank you for allowing me to take a look into my Dad's younger years. Memories like these are the most precious to us now. - Lauren

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Dear Photograph, this is my goofy brother. The photo must be from around 1981-82. He was like all other little brothers, annoying and irritating. But one thing he excelled in was laughing and goofiness. He always knew how to have fun. Unfortunately, he passed away just before his 25th birthday. Looking back, I never realized how much he lit up my life until he was gone. I miss him every day. So glad I have great pictures like this one to make me smile. -Dena

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Dear Photograph, we thought you would outlive the washing machine. It's still going and you're not. Goodbye, Puffy ❤️

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Dear Photograph, This man has been waiting 475,200,00 seconds for you to join him. I bet that his smile when you finally arrived is just like the one in this picture. Mom, the home you loved and filled with your laughter has been emptied of all your earthly possessions. All the family pictures have been taken down. Most of your favorite items have been given to your family to cherish. Your home seems so empty and now it's just a house. It no longer feels the same when I walk through the door. Your bright light has gone with you both, and life has become a blur of emotions. Thank you for the memories, and for the time and love that we had with you both. These gifts will warm our hearts forever. - Clydene

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Dear Photograph, My wife and I were married in 2016 around and under this special 100-year-old elm on my parent's farm. The Lone Elm lost its battle to the Dutch elm disease this year and was cut down. A large empty hole in the family and the landscape now exists. - Austin

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Dear Photograph, 8 months later God called you home. Thank you for being the best Uncle and Brother. I will always remember this day and remember you this way. I love you, brother. - Maria

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Dear Photograph, Oh, the simple times of being young. To not worry about getting my hair wet or being able to bend over not knowing what agony I might face when I stand back up. These were times before my first love, my first heartbreak, my tumultuous youth; before I ever dreamed of being a mother, going to college, and just surviving life. I had no idea what my life story would be. I was just a little girl playing in a sprinkler. - Erika

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Dear Photograph, When I was a child in Germany my Grandpa used to take me for a walk and always hold my hand. - Willi