THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

We dug the carnival together.  There were merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels, popcorn, roulette wheels, sawdust, and hundreds of young Denver kids in jeans wandering around.  Dust rose to the stars together with every sad music on earth.  Dean was wearing washed-out tight levis and a T-shirt and looked suddenly like a real Denver character again.  There were motorcycle kids with visors and moustaches and beaded jackets hanging around the shrouds in back of the tents with pretty girls in levis and rose shirts.  There were a lot of Mexican girls too, and one amazing little girl about three feet high, a midget, with the most beautiful and tender face in the world

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