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Amid the grime and sleaze of New York's 42nd Street of the 80's, a shaft of light reveals a street performer. Seeing this juggler was one of those rare and wonderful moments of incongruity in my life, analogous to finding a flower growing in muck. The performer juggles balls from which Pegasus hatches. The use of the Pegasus icon adds to the aura of the ethereal.
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