On this night of eternal midnight, a mysterious blues parade winds its way through our desert town's streets, moving so slowly you might wonder if it's moving at all. Musicians fade in and out of sight, their notes hanging in the air for hours, and no one can quite tell who's playing and who's watching. Are those familiar faces in the parade, or just tricks of the starlight? Even Mrs. Pearson's meticulous notes can't seem to keep track of this procession that exists somewhere between memory and dream.
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