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The Flute Player

In the subway, the flute player (cents and dimes at his feet). He is young and thin, all sharp elbows and kissing lips like an old time preacher channeling Bach. Watching him hunch over the notes I can't help thinking if the breath in his lungs comes from God or hunger. Then I wonder if I who hunger after so many things should even ask that question?

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Date: 3/28/2020 2:37:00 PM
Terrific Eric...
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/28/2020 2:41:00 PM
Thank you Charlie, always to get such a positive review.

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