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The wheel shudders to a stop and you set
the car swinging. We are so close to the ground, you say, that we can
just leap out and run any time. The blue car just above us swings with
abandon.
You look at me and laugh. I never thought they would have so
much gumption you say, as you point up to the elderly couple
in the blue car. You wave and we think the man takes out the
tortoiseshell snood and waves it back to us.
I hold your hand tight. As low as we are, we are still way
above the crowds, so far above that their faces merge into
one large moving organism, like an anthill celebrating
sugar.
I tell you to look up through the slats at the caged expanses of sky.
Look out there, I gesture wildly, setting our car swinging harder than
ever. Look at the stars.
There aren't any stars out now, you say. It's too
bright.
I know, I say. But look at them anyway . They are swinging
for us too.
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