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I pass a rack of used clothing among dated household items at this old man's yard sale. I spy a faded grey skied suit, long-tired and divorced of form, and know that once, someone stood eight feet tall with pride the day first purchased. I sit outside La baguette listening to the courtyard busker's mastered french cafe repertoire. The butter of the warm croissant coats flavour down my throat as a wee wren balances on my finger long enough to share a piece of my experience.