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06:52am | Nov 22, '09 | No Comments
The winter air blows harshly at the faces of the unknown people blurring together with the downtown sidewalk. Everything is dimmed, gray scale haunting the color of the world. With snow wet feet I laid my track, pushing through the crowd, to await the arrival. My eyes set across the street, parallel to my stance is a somewhat farmiliar face. colored, crouching behind the comfort of his instrument, a constant victim of judgment, dependant on the forced smiles of humanity. Looking outward in his snow coverd direction, relation over comes sympathy; i'll throw a round dollar in his almost empty barrel.