July 2, Newark.
This morning I woke up early, even before Peanut, and went out to take pictures of the tent; tonight they take it down and I'll never look out at it again.
I've always liked that view, something quiet, settling about it.
(Somebody else was out an about; one of the deaf-mutes, Agustin or Arturo, I couldn't tell, probably coming back from the restrooms outside.)
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