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The dumb class

I learned to read at an early age, however I couldn’t read out loud, I was too nervous, and the words came out in the wrong order. In first grade I was relegated to the dumb circle, with slow readers … Continue reading

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Street drummer

Walking back to my hotel I’m drawn to the hypnotic beat of a street drummer tattooing a plastic bucket. He is not particularly good, just simple rhythms. A panhandler, his hat laying face up, his clothes street dirty. I toss … Continue reading

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