The march
shut down traffic. It was an incredibly liberating experience to march
down a street, through an intersection with cars that couldn't go
anywhere. The people in the cars ranged from adamant supporters of
the march to people who looked genuinely annoyed by the whole thing.
The march ended at a park whose name I can't remember, where people
gathered to talk about those imprisoned and what could be done to
support them.
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