The July sun glares off the yellow cabs, catching the flash of a preppy plaid skirt and those ubiquitous knee-high socks as a girl leans against a graffiti-scarred brick wall. Through my viewfinder, I frame the sharp silhouette of a tiny leather backpack silhouetted against a neon sign.
A pack of kids on the curb is mid-battle, slamming plastic circles onto a stack of Pogs with a rhythmic *clack* that echoes down the street. It’s a total buzzkill when a stray slammer skitters into the gutter, but I just keep clicking, capturing the grit and the satin slip dresses before the light fades.
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