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By this point in the day, one of the senior charros took a liking to me and Sylvia and we were brought through some gates into a room right behind the wall of the ring, so we were much closer to the action than any other spectator or photographer.
I could reach out and touch the animals as they passed by, if I were stupid enough to try it.
Passing bulls and horses threw dirt on me, a rush of wind would blow my hair--I could smell them and feel the ground shake. It was dangerous and exciting!
My final two photos in the next post.
By this point in the day, one of the senior charros took a liking to me and Sylvia and we were brought through some gates into a room right behind the wall of the ring, so we were much closer to the action than any other spectator or photographer. 
I could reach out and touch the animals as they passed by, if I were stupid enough to try it. 
Passing bulls and horses threw dirt on me, a rush of wind would blow my hair--I could smell them and feel the ground shake. It was dangerous and exciting!
My final two photos in the next post.
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