and with my crummy little digital camera in my pocket i went to the commonground fair where was much texture and many glowing things and many a juxtaposition and many kinds of organicity and the people came to breathe in this far flung composition and ate many a whole wheat wrapped thing and stroked many a skein of yarn and handled many a garlic clove and greeted many a friend and walked many a mile to see cunning devices to warm you or grow you greens in snowtime or light your lamp when you have gone off the grid and posed with many a blue ribbon and observed many white people getting down in the affliction of yankee dancing and discovered the comforts of indian pudding
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and the sincerity of a rainy day with its multicolored and three dimensional children in their bright gear and oh so many kinds of things grown and things made from things |
 grown and all those faces each needing to be studied and how they come here to gather all this to themselves the green splotched yellow squash and the horde of pumpkins and the reds so many reds of peppers and tomatoes such a proliferation of skins and shines and stems and stalks and onions the size of pluto and the |
scarecrow (what's this stuff I'm made of) on the birm the levee as i think of it and the beards and braids and hats and boots and our species looking pretty good and the city of striped tents and jack's garden in the proper heart of it near the giant granite sundial and sweet annie poking from many a backpack and the weaving parade of drummers and stilt walkers and children dressed as vegetables proving ever again in case anyone didn't know it that hokey is beautiful |
