Today I got off the bus at Westlake to a jazz band, men in black sunglasses playing trumpet, trombone, tuba and drums. A little girl kept running from her mother's arms to the middle of the square. She would stand two or three feet away from whoever was playing, laughing. I wondered, "Who are you? Who will you be? Are you falling in love with something huge and beautiful right now?"
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