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I wonder if she looked through these photos what kind of person she would have been, what dreams dreamt, life led. Would she be proud of me? Happy? Flicking through these disembodied parts peels away at my memory I allow myself to seep into the image and cruise across its pixels waiting to be sucked in searching for a feeling which is no longer there Now faces, shapes, disembodied, unrecognisable, through these digital artefacts I can see my sister, hear her voice. a sound forgotten to me, the vibrations mixing with the noise.