walking through park on friday, going home for lunch, and there are marks in the snow. the same path as i take home, from the edge of the park to the intersection across from the haircuts and sausages. the morning was clear, there was nothing so, returning, i figure out what has happened. people walking their dogs and strollers step carefully and avoid, but i have an orphaned camera in my purse and a forensic upbringing.
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