
To fix the situation, after her nap, Vivian, Abe and I set off down the street with a camera. It is a beautiful afternoon in Austin with the last remnants of winter in the air. We are already out of the house and I realize that I haven't brushed Vivian's hair. I dig around in my pockets and find a hair tie and we do what we can. So she's shabby chic.



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