The sound of hooves; horses pulling a float— Why they call it float strikes you as absurd. Its four wheels wobble on cobblestones. How many people glued crepe paper flowers on every side? A giant cake, on which children sit like statues in frothy clothes; except they smile and wave their hands. A woman cradles a skull in her hands like a bouquet. The sun carves scallops on every window. Each face accepts the signature of time. Lie closer to the floor where it is cooler. Dip a cotton square dipped in water to lay across your brow. The procession is just starting or ending. It begins and ends at the same place.
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