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We were at the Tampa State Fairgrounds one summer day, you know, that nice, breezy kind of weather. Walking around the fair, with all the kids having a blast with their parents, I saw this ride that goes way up high and lets you see the whole place. I just waited until the sun hit it perfectly and snapped this picture.
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There is a specific silence that follows the dismantling of a fairground. It is not the silence of a forest or a library, but the hollow, ringing quiet of a place that was built to be temporary.
Read the reflection →When I was seven, my uncle took me to the county fair in a town whose name I have forgotten, but whose noise I can still hear. I remember the way the metal rides groaned against the sky, a rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat that felt like it belonged to a giant.
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