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... at the black-cloth water bowl beneath the fig-glyph tree. "What now?" she asked.
He smiled. "We live. And tomorrow, we do it again."
She nodded, touched a leaf. "I like tomorrow."
Jude kissed her cheek, brushing her hair back. "Me too."
They gathered again at dusk to watch watchers drift over orchard. Grace and Jude stood together, each carrying flowers on their backs. The wives sat in a loose circle, children in laps. The watchers glimmered: silver, blue, gold. ...
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