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Daily Archives: April 13, 2013
Festival Day
Downtown along the river bank the party has begun; from miles away the slow parade of cars and people come for fried dough or some boudin balls, for gator on a stick, for cheap and warm domestic beer and wristbands … Continue reading
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Tagged festivals, integration, music, NaPoWriMo, occasional poetry, parties, social conditioning, social events
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