When school is out for the summer and you walk through town to meet with the music-maker for tea, to talk about the concert you threw and in which he played, for which you are both still so grateful, even this far out, and you notice --it's so quiet-- but there's a sweet child-like man who tells you to have a good day on your way and an elderly Indian woman dressed in her beauty who asks you to walk her across the street on the way back, and you just wonder, how it is that you were placed in such a place, such blessing.
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