Simple lives. Simple spaces.Important livlihoods. Sustaining other simple lives.
The tyres hanging on the branch of the tree on the footpath. The mark of a cycle repair shop.
Visible from afar to those who need these. Invisible to lives which zoom by in air-conditioned comfort.
Night 8pm. My rattling chain guard was fixed. Neatly, competently. With a sure hand. Every bend neatly straightened with the hammer. Each vscrew in perfect position.
A Master at work.
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