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Yaro liked to walk at night and to find places with a special feeling. In these spots, he would sit a long time, opening to the sensations, noticing what came to mind, wondering. Yaro loved to wonder. How would it be if...? What was it like when...? Who might I bring to this magic that is right here and now?

"Shhh, don't talk," he said to Saffi when he introduced her to this turn of the Shemaya river. "Don't decide anything. Let the categories fall away. Do not even be yourself. Just sit here on this log with me."

"Okay."

Crisp air carrying smells unidentified. Moving shapes, a flutter, leaves, the warm close body and cloth of many kinds. Who sits here with me? Who lives inside this body? Only God. Perhaps, only God. Who moves in the darkness, smells like grass, sounds like the groan of an animal. Only God. Perhaps, only God.

"Are you cold, Saffi?"

"Yes."

"Take my jacket."

Cloth. Many kinds. Warmth. Who gives me this? Only God. Perhaps, only God.