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When I was in University there was a man who played violin in Union Station. He was brilliant and happy, and always grateful when I stopped to listen. I didn't always get the chance - some days I was running late or just on time - but when I did, I always took a couple moments to pause.
There are other musicians in there now, and I don't always stop. Sometimes I'm not particularly interested, and other times I'm just too busy. I appreciate the fact that the music is there at all, and the transient and clipped nature of running by the sound can be a part of the beauty.
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who am I to refuse the universe?
-Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers
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