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a man who once thought he was worth nothing, sat down and had a coffee with me today. his hat was older than i was. he had an ethnic nose, we sat and posed for an invisible audience in a park full of pigeons and wet grass. i stared at an ugly mural, crossing my legs. i was in awe of his roadmapped face. his wrinkles were fascinating, he must have had a million. i thought more than once of laying rice paper on his face and tracing with a piece of coal. his hands were twice the size of mine. "T...