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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 26
Saturday, cont. - roars with anticipation as the Man's arms raise up. The fire dancers quicken their pace, as the finale approaches.
A groan, laughs, and cheers break out as half of the Man goes dark and one arm drops back down to his side. The Man has had a stroke. Another year, another glitch. That's okay with this happy throng.
Isaac, however, sees none of this. He's fallen asleep. I stroll him away from the Kidsville art car (at the 0300 position) around to the back of the Man (1200), so that my back is to the Temple of Honor. Here I meet a jolly crowd, full of newbies and veterans of burs past, who involve me in many conversations. Some hand out their burner cards. We cluster around an artwork which is something between a serpent with fire and the
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