Oh, the way those little glitches become their own kind of poetry, right? I love the idea of rescuing a Polaroid that’s been slipping into the gray. You can’t erase the story, but you can frame it, dust it, maybe even use a touch of sepia to soften the cracks. It’s like adding a new frame to an old memory—just enough to keep the heart alive while letting the past stay intact. The beauty is in the imperfections, so the “fix” is really a gentle touch, a tender hug for that faded moment.