ADD THE WALES
Throw this in too: I watch all the people in their
swirling mix. They are swinging and moving about.
All around them, horns are playing as the cars and
dogs must wait. Everything stops. Behind me, in
a seeming nexus of new activity, the moments of
the past arrive. They are delicate and sweet, and
led on by the present. Girls in cantilevered hoops
and men on ancient canes. The steaming music
plays its mounds of sound. Food and water and
cheers and order. One after the other, trying to
break away.
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