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  • When I wake up each Saturday, I always hear some type of music outside my window. I'd gaze out to see a man sitting in his car, finger picking a made instrument or rocking a saxophone. He was selling his painting with wooden window frames as his canvas. Who was this person? One night I met him in his small, dark studio, crowded with handmade instruments, lit candles, and paint cans. I'd finally get to know the famous Duke.
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