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Every morning on my way to work, I pass a man who sits on a small wooden stool at the entrance to the underground station and draws portraits of people passing by. He works with charcoal on thick white paper, and his hands are always covered in black dust. Most commuters walk straight past him without looking, but…

• What does the writer notice about most people who pass Daniel?
• Why did Daniel leave his previous career?