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Today I saw

an egret, poised white in emerald grass. It was watching a lady in a yellow nylon sari, the frayed edges tucked under a brown coat that had seen cleaner days. The long hose pipe in her hand dropped water in little clumps into the grass. The egret, barely a foot away, just looked, walked around, then looked at her again.

Did she remind him of someone he knew?

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