The wait seems

interminable. Yet

everywhere there is an

exuberance in the air.

The horses stand tethered

tightly beneath the

cottonwood trees. In

the distance, angry dogs

bark. And the ducks

on the pond squawk their

sentient song. Girls'

ponytails flap with the wind,

its shadows fall over them.

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