Bins of citrus fruit filled the sidewalk in front of the little Korean market. I stopped to buy a bag of oranges. Faint strains of “Mr. Tambourine Man” came from inside the store. I peered into the dim space and saw a young girl putting canned goods on a shelf. She moved in time to the music. At the chorus, she burst into song with a pure, stunning, soprano voice. I followed the sound, each syllable . . .
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