Stopped to see Dealey Plaza.
The arcade smelled like piss.
Overcast sky.
Four guys walk up and down the sidewalk, selling papers containing information about November 22.
A white X marks the first shot. Another X marks the second.
A feeling of sorrow lingers. A few others walk the site, looking and taking their pictures.
I don't know. I just feel sorrow.
I find it interesting that this plaza marks the birthplace of Dallas, Texas.
Didn't know that prior to coming here.
Truly a place of history in the human story.
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