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  • The diners raised their paddles for art and I left to get some air.

    I could see him shambling along across the street. My embarrassed gaze grazed his bright eyes.

    Excuse me sir, can I ask you a question about music?

    I capitulated and he sang me a song about "Shards of Glass" as he stroked and tapped his makeshift drum. He had just written it for today and he sang it just for me.

    I applauded and opened my wallet and then went back where more diners were raising their paddles for art.
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