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"Just looking at old blueprints," Elias said, sliding the photo toward her.

When the rain let up, they walked out together. Claire pulled out a small digital camera. "Stand by the lamppost," she commanded. mature pics philly

"Nonsense," she said, the shutter clicking. "The light in this city only gets better after dark." "Just looking at old blueprints," Elias said, sliding

At sixty-five, Elias wasn’t looking for a "scene." He was looking for a memory. "Stand by the lamppost," she commanded

She showed him the screen. It was a shot of a man who looked like he’d survived a thousand winters and was ready for spring. It wasn't a picture of a young man, but it was the best he’d looked in years. "Send it to me?" he asked.

"Better," she said, tucking her arm into his. "Let’s go find a better backdrop. I hear the bridge looks like diamonds this time of night."

"I’m too old for pictures," Elias grumbled, but he straightened his collar.