Set between two buildings - a hideaway of sorts, music blazing, cycles revving and slipping away.
Commodities hanging everywhere for sale, half-off prices and renegade wear.
Decent folks hanging together, enjoying themselves.
All money and proceeds being donated to neighbors who have little or nothing to eat.
Special places held in God's heart for those who take care of the least of their brethren.
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