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You couldn’t see my smile, it was covered by felt. So you had to read my eyes instead. You asked if I was a bass player, I told you I knew none, and we waited for another to speak.

You turned from your cart to share the history of rock bands. And we listened, having nowhere to be. 

-b

May 15, 2020

Photo Credit: Maxime Caron

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