At this point, I had to escape the melee because everyone wanted to either take a photo with me... or have me take their picture. As my camera battery died, I beat a hastry retreat... to find S and Z standing on the sidelines laughing because T had been dragged into the crowd of merry-makers and had people tugging at her from every direction. Sounds much like the community S met when she went to XX (see October's archives).
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