![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxpw8WTKPut06FKXVL5XRSB8nrcC2hxevOD3IGVQMIVN35PPbgJApnXc4W79-ZYzGFySqZfrddn7J2Ljuln_lwgPFhHyVUqT6EWT3KIxLcPr6qSkNhpZRrhC6xvVikMEKn02NpULpag_bR/s320/urbansoccor4.jpg)
and this
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and then this
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because lemme tell you we never saw this shit when I was growing up...and I'm including that fake green grass too...
A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.