The old _palio_ in my village used to follow the monsoon catch—when the _bangda_ run was weak, the feast felt thin, like a promise broken. Last year the committee spent more on a hired band than they did on the fish for the widows' table. I remember my father, a simple fisherman, saying a procession is not a parade for officials—it is the tide that carries everyone, even those who cannot swim. If the _sosso_ of the poorest family is not heard in the planning, we are only decorating a hollow boat.
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