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The courthouse plaza is always a grey area.
A few days ago I missed their odd closing hour of 3:00pm on a weekday.
I sat outside, catching my breath from the building tension of that morning.
One plus is the free Wi-Fi coverage outdoors. I pulled out my laptop to chill, cooling down with bottled coffee.
People crossed by in and out of the rigid glass and concrete building. No one stopped to breath the space, birds, sunshine... no one looked for chatting with a new friend. It's a place where everyone has some petty thing being accused of and everyone uses the right to remain silent.
But without noticing a thread of stress disolving music started sprawling through the tense air, unbinding the atmosphere ions charged with fear, worry, anger, animosity, despair...
It was this women, the flute player.
I suddenly heard a guy walking by whistling the tune and then a coupke of friends whom one sand along "Yesterday all my trouble seemed so far away".
As I finished browsing and sipping, I went over, "I want to give you a golden coin" I said and handed her one. "Oh, thank you, what is it?" She asked. "It's a Santa Monica bus token, but I thought you deserve gold for melting the frozen space here". "I actually ride the Santa Monica bus" she smiled.
I took a photo and carried on.
In the Naked at the courtyard photo essay.
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