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Keith Graham


Oh, thine Merry widow was a street performer in San Francisco. I was in awe watching the lass perform her antics without so much as a flaw.

When her show was finally over, I approached her and asked how it was that such a performer of perfection was so great in her art.

This story is about what she told me. She began by saying, "."

I was astounded! That was the most heartwarming story.

By now you are wondering why there were no words expressing the street performer's life.

There are no words because the Merry Widow was a Mime.


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