he stops, says I look more like a typical festival goer
than most he's seen - no dread locks
(my bigfoot t-shirt and the long underwear under my shorts
don't seem to work against me)
somehow Twain comes up
when this happens, he asks permission to sit down next to me
we list all of the books we've read
passionately recommend, marvel
he tells me I am the only person he's ever met
who has read "Life on the Mississippi"
and I tell him this is sad
he tells me a story about the Missouri in Omaha
how he accidentally swam it one day
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