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I love wondering around streets I know from my own past. Since my father died I love to 'walk past' his house on Google maps, changing the date to a time when he was still live, and look in to the lights on there and know that at that moment, he's alive and in the house, happy and probably reading a paper or a book. Forever. Somehow it feels even more poignant than my own photos of him.