the motor churning beside his ear, Robin melded the beats of the escalator to the soulful wail of his own music. every commuter's shuffle added another note or harmony to enhance the simple tune.
incorporating cacaphony had made Robin a wealthy man playing at both colleges and concert halls, but it was this subway dwelling, strings quivering to the screech of poorly lubricated tracks, that spoke to his soul.
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This blog, formerly fiction and poetry only, just took on a new role: full-time personal blog. Expect to see a mixture of reflective prose as well as the standard, poetic fare. 
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