Hot summer sky weighing upon everyone's head gathered in
Wesley Bolin Park.
Awaiting predicted fireworks display, sitting, watching
people find a place to spread their blankets.
Listening to singer Patty Lovelace and the Diamond Rio Band
from the back edge of the park, at times not able to hear
what they were singing.
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