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still changing photo names sorry

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<link rel="stylesheet" href="../css/fonts.css">
<script src="../js/jquery.js"></script>
<script src="script.js"></script>
<link rel="icon" type="image/x-icon" href="../photos/pie.webp">
<link rel="icon" type="image/x-icon" href="../photos//pie.webp">
</head>
<body>
<!-- nav -->
<a href="../index.html" target="_self">
<img id="home" src="../photos/home-closed.png" alt="home">
<img id="home" src="../photos//home-closed.png" alt="home">
</a>
<div id="about">
<div onclick="openLetter()">
<img id="about" src="../photos/closed-crow.png" alt="about">
<img id="about" src="../photos//closed-crow.png" alt="about">
</div>
</div>
<div id="letterBox" class="letterBox" style="display:none">
<div id="closeButton" onClick='closeLetter()'><img src="../photos/close-yellow.png" alt="Close" width="50" height="auto"></div>
<div id="closeButton" onClick='closeLetter()'><img src="../photos//close-yellow.png" alt="Close" width="50" height="auto"></div>
<div id="letterContents"></div>
</div>
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I was excited to get my first iPod. I had to download iTunes to listen to music, but the slow internet of my home stopped with every ring of the phone. I was glued to the progress bar for a week, watching it slowly inch forward. I felt so frustrated every time the phone rang for the whole week! When it finally downloaded it was the best feeling in the world.</p>
</div>
<div class="content-item">
<img src="../photosbattenberg.png" alt="Image 3">
<img src="../photos/battenberg.png" alt="Image 3">
<p>
Every birthday, Mom bakes a train-shaped Battenberg cake with pink and yellow checkerboxes. On my 21st birthday we all stayed up to celebrate and got quite drunk. At 3 a.m., my Mom gasped—“Oh no, I forgot the cake!" We ate it then, tipsy and intimate. It felt different, more personal. My mom wasn’t just my mom anymore; she was a friend.</p>
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<img src="../photosaustria.png" alt="Image 4">
<img src="../photos/austria.png" alt="Image 4">
<p>Once, I rode a long train ride down to Shangai. At each city we stopped, I ate a different piece of cake and wrote about it on my blog—back when blogs were still a thing. It was an incredible cake journey. But now, the train’s path goes through Russia, and that trip is sealed in the past.</p>
</div>
<div class="content-item">
<img src="../photostumblr.png" alt="Image 5">
<img src="../photos/tumblr.png" alt="Image 5">
<p>When I first got Tumblr, I wrote all my most private thoughts on it. I loved it. One day, a girl from a class above came up to me to say she loved my post about love. My heart sank as I realized everything I posted was public, exposed. Embarrassed, I deleted it all. Now, I wish I hadn’t.
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