When we look at old family photographs of ourselves when young we focus on the obvious, the externals – our height, our hair styles, our clothing, our bicycle, our friends and family and pets. But these are just externals that tell us little of times past. Look at your eyes in the photos, look into them, what is that young man thinking and feeling at this moment and that? But sadly, perhaps, in spite of what is often said, eyes are a one way window – we can see out but not in, no matter how intently we try to penetrate that gaze.
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