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farewell,
my coney island baby
Gone was the flat, dreary, overcast pall and in its place, a radiant azure sky. Maxfield Parrish would've given his eyeteeth to use a blue such as this. I could just hear the trains squealing and rumbling their way around these curves. At least, when an elevated train wasn't going by across the street.
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