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  • It is a day for magical things to happen. It is a sunny day in paradise and I am standing on the beach in Playa Del Carmen, Mexico when I see this: a man playing ukelele with a head that looks like a horse.

    Raising an eyebrow, I stare. His horsey-ness is remarkable because the horse head is not just a mask, but a tight and total headpiece. His music is sad, like his heart is breaking and his soul is injured, yet he walks in the heat and the Mexican sun playing his emotions.

    He wandered the pool area, then lay down still playing his melancholy song on a hammock. I followed. We were alone. He did not speak, but instead continued playing songs just for me. It was beautiful and strange and surreal. I never knew who he was, but after a time I got up and wandered back to my friends, leaving him alone.

    For a while he was a one horse concert playing to a one woman audience.
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