Even when I see it the second time, the goosebumps don’t go away. The race.
I wrote in my last journal about seeing them for the first time, and the race is the same thing, indescribable. It’s so fast. It happens in quivers, reverberations. Motorbikes, commissaires cars, VIPs. Then a lull. All at once, then, it comes, like a bat out of hell, sirens, hel…
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