Close-ups are rather hard to achieve with the Polaroid (at least for one of my limited skills), so I am always happy when I get one. Back around the time of her first birthday, Mabel went through a relatively brief, but intense, period of wanting to comb everyone's hair. She'll still do it happily enough if you ask her to, but with the air, it seems to me, of someone who, from her position of age and wisdom, can graciously condescend to cater to the romanticism, nostalgia, and quirks of those around her.
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