It called out in vain even though I tried to respond.
A Cultural Celebration in AmericaM. Stanley Bubien
I sang the songs, tapping the tunes but understanding none of the words. I ate the food, savoring its blandness. I clapped for the dancers, dizzied by their spinning and whirling.
I mingled amongst my people, and though they heard the celebration's call, it spoke to me in a language I never learned.
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