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Hark, A Holiday Miracle
Accompanied By A Festive Soundtrack
As was often the case, he got an existentially ambiguous look from the guy in the full length mirror in his apartment. He adjusted his fedora, swung the scarf around his neck, and merrily proceeded onward—down the elevator, out the front door, onto 112th Street.
Hard to imagine—he thought to himself as he stepped outside—that there is a vast universe of ten billion galaxies up there in that dome of sky-blue sky.
On the corner a man was picking up his dog’s poop in a little green bag. A bit further down the block two men pressed close against each other, just a little suspiciously exchanging something for cash.
A billion trillion stars — his thoughts wandering back to the sky overhead — each one a ball of fire like the one blazing up above the park right now.
He switched the plastic bag he was carrying, with sixty dollars of coins he’d rolled last night, from his right hand to his left.
As he walked by the Dunkin’ Donuts on the corner a customer emerged—his ears were assaulted with a few seconds of I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus—and his nose with a bouquet of burnt coffee, sugar, and industrial cleaning supplies. The combination snapped him back from his cosmic…
