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Yellow Harp with Cappuccino

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Yesterday it still felt golden enough and warm enough to sit outside at Jean Talon Market's cafe with garage door windows, and watch the denizens. A woman came by with a stool and a shoulder bag. She sat on her stool and took out an apple and crunched it near the gourd-seller, whose gourds sat like sultans' hats under his tent in whose awnings the wind played. The harpist laid the apple core neatly at her feet and took out a yellow harp and began to play it. Gorgeous piles of little white cloud scudded above. Two young men with a camera and a puppet came and the puppet started a conversation with the harpist, who kept making music I had never heard before. A gaggle of youngsters straggled up and surrounded the harpist and puppeteer. I felt happy. A tall man in a splendid hat wheeled his bicycle behind the thrumming little crowd and his bicycle had all the properties of that graceful unlikely marvel of balance and invention that a bicycle is. 
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On September 28th, 2012 12:55 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
A moment in a life. So rich. So busy. Makes you think about the ingredients of a whole life. Impossible to express. Except exactly like this... Thank you. I will keep my eyes open for apple munching harpists.
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