Sometimes, by the time I get home, it is too dim inside the apartment to take a Polaroid (without the flash, that is; all the picture-takers our household having great flash-aversion). But the golden-hour sunshine is streaming down on the sidewalk right outside our front door. And so we step outside to take the daily photograph. And sometimes we take our new green metal pail from Grandma with us.
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