I hear music. From whence it comes I haven't a clue, but it is there nonetheless, drifting upward out of the sea of noise below. Cascading ever upward through the whooshing and swooshing of cars gone by, the self-glorified ruckus of peddlers and pan handlers alike, the streets; dim and yet dignified, the streets echo this music upward, this music
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