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She was pulling weeds when he appeared at her fence. His skin and clothes were dirty, but he spoke with clarity and an educated vocabulary. He asked for some water or food she could spare, or work she could offer. He asked if she might know of a safe place to sleep for the night. She denied each inquiry and asked him to leave. He stood there, hoping she would change her mind, hoping that extra moment would trigger the memory.

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