A parcel of stones
Faded papers in a Babel of tongues led two families to uncover a shared past during their flight from the Nazi spread.
Finally, I have hurled myself into something I have been meaning to do for years, a wad of documents left by Granny and Grandpa. The pages are packed tightly together, some are worn through at the bends, others have long since lost their edge. By the time I emerge, days and nights later, I am unquestionably shaken.
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