santee alley

to walk an alley of the virtuoso vendors and be stumped at their poetic chants.. to be blinded by the bursting of colors and anticipate the cheap knock-offs at the next corner, to forgivingly be annoyed at the loud boomboxes and be enamored by the aroma of street food, to thrust my way against a throng of googly-eyed shoppers, to feel like the storied divisoria once again… then the cool wind breeze by in the heat of the sun and brought me back.. oh, its santee alley

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