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We stood in a long line, in the tunnel cavern, the walls strung with little-lights. There were the just plain tourists like us, and there were the full regalia serious-life givers to the savior. Other than the close-dark - tunnelly-string of costumes, in the black-cavernous earth-cold; my only intellection in that moment; conflict between sanctity and showmanship. I was born.
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