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Sometimes this extends to people. Particularly people we don’t know but know to see. People we recognise from the coffee shop or the bus.
I remember some Saturday afternoons/evenings in my schooldays just standing listening to a busker in Princess Street – I even went to buy a replacement string. I was reminded of that last Saturday when reading this on the noticeboard in Shandon Street.
People will not always be there…..