She held out her frayed edged cup as she said "Spare change." Her tone wasn't as a normal request but more like she was calling for her lost dog.
I didn't see any dogs bound over to her in the forty five minutes I was there. I did wonder if she could have caught any of the falling leaves in her paper chalice if she had wished.
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