Rush-hour on the A rain. A blind man staggers forth, his cane tapping lightlyown the aisle. He leans against the door,raises a violin to chin, and says I’m sorry to bother you, folks. But please....
The most beautiful part of your bodyis where it’s headed. & remember,loneliness is still time spentwith the world.
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