Open Market
Carried by the sights and smells, he waxed quixotic,
with sounds of vendors hawking wares, quite hypnotic,
a smorgasbord from mundane to the exotic,
yet all the while, undertones verged on chaotic.
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An Awit: 12a:12a:12a:12a, as a single sentence narrative
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