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In the photo there is an old woman with a young little girl. The old woman is holding a bowl with one hand and and mixing a yellow batter in the other. The little girl is holding the bowl with both of her hands and seems distracted. In the background it is sunny and lots of Ivy on a fence with a bush in front of it. The photographer has captured to people spending time with each other baking.


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Leentje helps her grandmother, Minna Tikotin, to bake.

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