Lithia Park: Sprinklers, and Photos, and Perky Butts

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Oct 3, 2013

Some days, you go for a walk.

And you try to take a photo of yourself with your sweetie, since you don’t have any from this, your anniversary trip. But it’s not quite right. Your smile looks forced.

Or there’s a stranger with a distractingly perky posterior in the background.

Or he tries to kiss you and it’s garflesnargle …

The point is: the photos just aren’t happening. You want to take another one, but he’s getting kind of restless.

And then he tells you that he needs to run through the sprinklers.

So he does.

When he comes back, and you take a few more photos.

And the smile isn’t forced. (Oh, and the woman with the perky posterior has vanished, too.)

And everything is kinda perfect.

 

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