publicity stills from Million Dollar Mermaid, 1952, a seminal film in my early development, which doesn't really account for my dislike of opening my eyes underwater
Word on the street is that Coney Island will be hosting it's very own Flea by the Sea, beginning in April, running through December. The thought of the treasures to be had has me somewhat in a frenzy; I'm wondering if I could recover my great-grandmother's lost gold-gilded settee, or at the very least, bring home an underwater vase of my own.
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