We marched there and back to their bursts of unsteady pitch. Faces peered from windows.
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- 1 Heart + 1 Girl + 11 children = a whole mess of snapshots (and a whole lotta ones)
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4 comments :
Well, good. I'm glad a bunch of bored people stuck inside during a drizzly cloudy day got to see a parade of girls in brightly colored raincoats playing harmonicas full blast. Someone's got to provide entertainment for everyone else stuck inside.
I can just see it now: Brightly-dressed munchkins, trooping down the sidewalk, their chilly fingers grasping their harmonicas, as they warble away with a lusty "Squawk, squawk, squawk," to the soft thudding of their boots on wet pavement. Those window-faces must have been quite as amused as I!
That would have been a great sight!
I hope the people were amused! I certainly felt like a glaring thumb as no one else was on the streets, and the people who peered out, at least on our street, looked like they worked the night shift.
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