The air’s breathless, the space…motionless. Sun, pavement, and distant drums. Full-voiced percussion, like a jacked up truck, radio blasting. It’s a summer parade and the pressing crowd around me surrounds me. Would it look silly if I turn and run? The drums. Yes…the drums. That joke about clowns? Okay, we get it. But who’s freaked […]

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