In Mid-Ocean
In the top drawer of the dressing table, there was a photo album with a brown cover.  The inside was filled with black and white images of people I did not recognise, photographs that were made before I was born.  They were held in place with hinges, and beautifully patterned interleaves lived between the pages.  The only words inside, written on the back of a photograph, were In Mid-Ocean.  

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