I see booths with produce, berries, bread, and treats.

Someone’s making food to eat.

People from the area show off jewelry, socks, jars, and walking sticks.

Notes from a guitar fill the air. The sound of fingers strumming strings.

Someone’s popping popcorn and selling soda in glass bottles.

A woman shows how to keep our rivers clean. Our rivers. All here have seen them, year after year, on the way to work and school. Some take pamphlets. Others smile.

A singer’s voice joins the guitar.

The food still smells good.

Down the road, people pour into buildings where the produce, berries, bread, and treats are available every day. They take them and go without a word.

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