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She’d wash the frocks and watch her siblings play

echoing games, near to the spring-fed pool

where he would sometimes lead his father’s mule

to drink. She talked to him. He liked the way

her stream of questions said, You may, You may—

letting the boy whose will was like a jewel

relax, enjoy himself, and be a fool.