As I leaned to the left with the weight of my camera bag on my right shoulder, I spotted this ball. It was a few feet away from the swimming pool in the back yard. Dry. Well loved.
Clearly, it was Greta's.
I had just finished a photography session with Greta and her family and was getting ready to drive the three hours back home. Her person sent me a mess…
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