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A boy darted after his red ball. From a short distance he watched the ball bounce into a barren rock, collecting itself there. An old woman sat on the rock near his ball, her eyes shut in quiet oblivion, a gentle chant flowing through her.
A girl no older than the boy scattered red petals in small, distinct pools before an arch, walking in a circular pattern. The boy sat down at the old woman’s feet next to his ball.
He rose to leave, and the woman caught his arm and placed the ball in his palm, giving him a squeeze.