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I once saw a woman atop of a house, her hair golden in the sun. She
seemed to me to be ancient, no matter the physical youth. I waved at
this woman for reasons I know not, but her eyes kept straight and
forthright. I waved again at this woman, yet her mouth still was shut.
I waved once more to this woman, and her hands grew back upon her head,
her eyes grew gray, and her feet let go. I waved again to this woman
who no longer was atop a house. Her eyes began to drown.