Bathurst and Bloor. Storybook blue sky.
The small sixty year old woman sits in her wheelchair in front of the CIBC Bank, her scratchy voice singing
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just as it does every day and the traffic roars by in an endless stream and pedestrians collect with their backs to her, waiting to cross, and then a long haired man crouches over her wheelchair. She giggles.
I think, at first, that he’s kissing her.
He crouches over her, his arms braced on the wheelchair armrests, and slowly, carefully, lights her cigarette with his. It’s so intimate I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t be watching at all.
They grin at each other, and he lopes down the street.
As I cross she begins her chant again.
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Photo Raul Lieberwirth
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