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We watched, static in our waiting spots, lights red, traffic backed up Queensberry Street, as the purple tent, pegless, half air-borne, somersaulted across the road and stopped at the stilled bumper of a nearby car. The car was motionless, like ours, yet not waiting to start. Content, the purple tent rested, royal, carefree in thisContinue reading “Street Camping”