et vous?

In the evening, a man with a guitar sings songs in the corner of the café below my flat. Afterwards, he walks amongst the tables with his hat upturned, smiling and asking. People give. He sings well.

I sit in a different corner, writing bad poetry. I wish I had a hat.

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