As if by magic we stumbled on a secret garden in Mobile before the Mardi Gras parade.
I stood silent in front of a fountain, sunlight, the fountain, the trees, strange shade.
My brother lay asleep next to my mother. I stood next to her.
My father's friend had come to visit and had also found a place with us.
A magic day, magic park on Mardi Gras in Mobile, a secret garden.
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