Like a mirage appearing to a thirsty traveller in the desert, a vision emerged out of the Wyoming Valley Mall parking lot, lights, dazzling lights, flickering in sequence atop and around a tent that had never known the Sahara. It was not just that I was drawn to them for the visual appeal. I had tailed someone here. The circus had closed for the night, but I caught a fleeting glimpse of the man. At least I thought it was him. At least I thought he was a man. After looking at my shots later that night, I was sure of neither.
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