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When my wife and I moved into a house in a small village a few years ago, I spent the first few days trying to imagine the presence of the previous owners, who had already passed away, within those walls. The idea was unsettling, yet fascinating. Even now, I still check the floors and walls from time to time, hoping to find a hidden compartment, perhaps an old box filled with photographs. I think the photograph I was hoping to find would look exactly like this one. To be honest, I can’t say I’m unhappy about not finding it.