500 Miles

He plays on the street corner near my magazine. The “500 miles” sliding from his accordion keys is my favorite. One day, I exchanged a $20 bill into various coins and put them in a light blue glass jar. I put it next to him more like a gift. After that, every time I pass by, he smiles at me like an old friend…

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