A woman stacks colorful handmade
glass pipes on a table
next to the tie dyed t-shirts
peddled by a man with
a grey beard and a blue
bandana. A middle-aged Asian
lady sells fresh peaches across
the street from a barefoot
man with crooked, yellow teeth who sings
“Octopus’s Garden” and plays his
acoustic as I glide by. The
locals lie in the grass
in front of the Sound, soaking in
as much Vitamin D as possible
on this sunny September afternoon
in Seattle. I look at the Ferris wheel
and wonder how I would feel at the top.
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