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I had just discovered Bruce Davidson. It was a Saturday in New York City and I had a car. The older locals sat along the hundreds of benches between the park and the street, revising and retelling their histories. I could hear the needy cries of children. I was a foreigner: too conspicuous to photograph the locals, too despondent to photograph the kids, and too stubborn to leave.
I gripped the fence and looked over the baseball field. I had always wanted to play little-league. I breathed deep and watched. Ghosts rounded the bases, turning the in-field white, and disappeared just before home. The last almost shrugged as I took his picture.
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