Our camera perished. We can hope for nothing better.
Two weeks ago, it was left behind at the park. Or dropped into a garbage can. Or inherited by a preschooler at gymnastics. Or collected from the bottom of the YMCA's pool. Or buried among the wood chips at LILA.
In short, as the darkness closed in around our dear camera, it followed the light, passing from one life to the next. Be at peace, gentle friend.
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