Candlestick
From the outside, the ominous looking creature gives no hint of the magic occurring inside its masses of stone cold concrete and powerful steel. As my eyes struggle to absorb the magnitude of my surroundings, each individual hair stands up on the back of my neck. My excitement turns to amazement. I am struck by the beautiful purity of the empty expanse of brown and green. This is not the same dirt we all know. It is a deep, rich reddish brown color, neatly raked and spotless. It is as earth tone rich as the carefully clipped grass is bright green -- a fantastical stage.
The sea of endless people dressed in orange and black surround the enclosed field. A brown haired little boy wearing an over-sized, backward hat sits on t
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