Julian March: Saturday morning winds whipped swirling wisps of water from the Cape Fear River into a gray sky.

Triathlon runners periodically glided by as a gathered crowd cheered “wooo-woooooo” as a woman “dling-dling-dlinged” a cowbell.

In the middle of the movement, meditators silently sat on a stone courtyard on Water Street.

Their eyes were closed. They did not speak. Wrapped in blankets, they did not move.

A woman with coffee wondered aloud why the meditators chose the location at the farmer’s market in front of the Federal Courthouse. A toddler danced before a bluegrass trio. Across the river, music played over speakers at …

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