Night Tent | Mountain View, AR | 2016
We strolled away from the music festival, bluegrass fading as we meandered down the dark street. One last vendor tent caught bright spotlights from the staging area and fluttered in the night. Its canvas rolled and then popped with each breath of wind. We stood there watching, listening as this patch of glowing fabric whipped and flattened — as if alive and marking time to a gut-bucket’s faraway pulse.
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