The thing that always strikes me about photos like this is that everything modern aside, there is love at the heart of it. This woman was buried with her babies. They put flowers in their grave. We don’t know who buried them, but they loved her and her children. They put the bodies in the grave holding hands because they knew she would have wanted to hold her babies hands. They’re placed like they’re sleeping. Everything was different back then, but somehow the love is the same. We still bury mothers with their babies. We still put flowers in and on graves. We still want our loved ones to be sent off with affection. We want them to be known and remembered. We know almost nothing about this woman, but we know that she was loved. We know of her 5000 years later because she was loved. https://res.cloudinary.com/goldenballs/image/upload/v1723477054/HI/5000.png