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Te Aro 8

The Bucket Fountain was at its windy day
rambunctious best, no wishing well able
to compete with the amount of wishing
to remain dry on the part of those
happening through the Mall. That much of
the water was taking an atmospheric
route rather than via the buckets didn't
though deter a woman pushing a pram
from halting within the danger zone. She
poked her head inside the pram's plastic
canopy, conferred for a little
while with the occupant, then stood up
to gaze upon the sculpture's domino
antics or into whatever heavy seas.