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We are walking through Hot Springs.  Down its main street.  Past the bath houses.  There are bubblers of steaming water.  Cars.  And tourists.   And art galleries.  Across the street, one catches my eye.  My camera raises itself.  Click.  A car passes, forcing me back to the curb.

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