Bits of broken glass in our hair. Sparkle like jewels if you hold them up to the light and shut one eye.
Best view of the starnight in the parking lot behind the Avondale shopping centre, lit by one or two remaining street lights.
Transformed by day into a heady market of cheap Indian tie die, incense sticks and bright red pickle.
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