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I walk by a man with no eyes, sitting on a street corner, his empty sockets red and raw. His arms saw at an old children's violin, making not music but a hollow, discordant hee haw. If you look at him too long you will put money in his blue plastic bowl. No one else gives him a second glance either.

Posted by chschen 05:00 Archived in Mexico

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