I really hope Mr. Gunnar Ekelund doesn't mind that I colorized his photo.
It's just that when I saw it, I was overcome.
The mannequins in the window look like the Barbies I used to play with at my grandmother's house.
I swear they were some of the first Barbies ever released. They were probably worth a mint. But my grandmother would never bother with that kind of stuff. Not when it came to me, or my sisters and cousins. We were her prized possessions.
Seeing this photo made me miss her to the very core of my being.
Funny how a simple photo can do something like that.