Kaunas, Lithuania, 1928. My Dad's twin sister, my Aunt Jonė, and my Dad sit for a formal portrait. This photo has haunted me since childhood. My paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, and I shared a room when we lived in Suburban Chicago. This image of the twins hung above her bed. Each night when I looked across the room as I tried to fall asleep, I saw these two faces, with their melancholy eyes looking toward me. This photo does not begin to capture the gentleness of these two souls.
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