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The feather duster came upon a photo frame on top of the bookshelf in the living room. Lyra stopped her cleaning and picked up the picture to examine it. It had been taken eleven years ago from a family trip to an amusement park, one of the best experiences in her life. In the picture was herself a decade younger hugging her daughter Maggie, who was eight years old at the time of the trip. As Lyra stared at the image she could see so many similarities between her and her only child. They both had large blue eyes that matched the ocean, long, fair hair, and purity lips. If anyone were to meet the two they would easily confuse them as siblings.