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One August evening during a sudden storm over Coney Island, a man stripped down and grabbed his son and went dancing in the rain. 

 

I camped out in a boardwalk bar and made new friends over the course of several hours, waiting out the downpour.

 

They gave me plastic bags to help protect my camera for the journey home. 

 

That night stands as one of my favorite in New York. 

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