mexican music blares out of the idiot box. a couple and their children sleep on a blanket in the corner, surrounded by their possessions. cockroaches investigate the territory. a passanger nods off, awakes, stares. thick coffee brewed. taxi drivers gossip. sweat pours from the roof, from people, from cars. other insects awake. flurry of activity underfoot. light comes on. a dark shadow becomes a mystical tree. right in front of your eyes. it was always there.
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