8. Day 22: Not-Knowing So Far…
As I flowed with the crowds exiting the Bakerloo Line to get to the Circle Line I could hear hundreds of all kinds of voices in animated conversation, then I heard the barest strain of something different. A tune, a melody of guitar and mouth organ that became louder with each step. It was a haunting Irish tune that became stronger and more discernible as we neared the musician busking. In the moments it took to pass, the music was all I could hear and the voices seemed to fall away in my awareness. Both music and voices were present and my awareness just shifted in focus and...
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