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Yesterday on the way upstairs to do laundry, I saw a large pink balloon on the landing. It was fairly plump, hadn't been tied off too long beforehand. I noted it, helped Heather get 3 loads running, and returned to the first floor.
I figured I'd bring my camera up the flights in 30 minutes or so, when it was time to cycle. I'd capture it's volume then. Snag a little content later. That was the casual approach, I knew that if I really wanted that image, unchanged, I couldn't dick around (I teach myself this lesson weekly at least).
Sure enough, upon returning to 2, the breath had been crushed from it; lost under the weight of an anonymous neighbor. Only a damp shell left.