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July 1963

Problem Painter

--who found a canvas, at last

THE sun was already penetrating the trees and lighting up the park. My cigarette was just about down to nothing but still lit; I didn't feel a thing as it burned into my fingertips. And my only comfort that morning at six o'clock was the bench I sat on.

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