Today’s OneWord: Festival

I ran through the crowds, searching for him.  He was here somewhere.  I pushed people aside, yelling his name, frantically moving through the festival in search of his face.  There he was.  I stopped.  Stood still.  It’s better to know where your enemy is than to have him surprise you.

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