I once followed an opera singer's voice through the side streets of Paris. 
 
I found her perched on the sill of an opened window that might have just as easily been closed on that given day. 
 
I watched and listened. She smiled and sang.  
 
This was the day an angel sang to a stranger.  
 
A most unlikely private audience indeed. 
 
 

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