coney isle, hot dogs hiding behind palm trees. i wanted to take photos of lil' O on our last day of 'work' together but obviously it was 60 and rainy. we covered her knees with the only umbrella we had, and i squinted, sans jacket (still packed), pushing the stroller from brighton onwards toward coney, where of course, the photo booth i had set out to use, would be closed for the day. lil' o didn't mind; she she was dry. in this sense, all was, thankfully, good.
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