A street musician with a half-broken guitar and a voice like torn paper. He wasn’t on a stage. He was in the corner of a station, playing to no one and everyone at once. No spotlight. Just timing. Just truth.”
Sometimes the most honest performances are the ones that never sell tickets.
Sometimes the ones that change you forever happen between trains, with no name on a flyer.
— Ja(y)Den D. HarPer


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