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Listen... this morning, a hoopoe landed on the well-rim while I was noting the 6:15 bus. Its crest rose like a champion's spine just before the gun. For a moment, we both held still, in perfect practice.
My old back understands the weight of waiting between one race and the next. Allah bless their tired feet.
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