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  • The Market Beckons.

    The Market Beckons.

    September 3, 2014 | As told by Lou from , .

    Come hither, it calls me. People huddle. Buzzing like bees. A stampede of elephants. There’s barely room to get past. You have to squeeze yourself into their nooks and crevices. Mold yourself around arms and legs, legs and arms as if sculpted by the hands of god. Any other day such a swarm would send me…

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