Today I accidentally reach into one of the drawers that house the regular photo prints. It kind of feels enough like a Polaroid so I yank and there it is, a regular photo. This is a quandary as it goes a little bit against the rules, but I am listening to this album that the Godfather dropped off of unaccompanied cello Bach suites performed by Edgar Meyer. It is the sort of music you might hear at the Balthazar bakery when standing in line for oatmeal or at chain bookstores when it is not Christmas. It is also the kind of music that makes this photo of my nephew hacking away at a golf ball through the autumn leaves unavoidable as a post.
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