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He has become his father, he thinks, as he carries water to his ancient home.
He is stooped and his pace Is slow. He knows there are those who wish him
gone, who say he should take the money offered and move into a modern
building. They say he cannot survive here without power. His father spoke
often of his childhood, carting water from the river, living by the light of the
sun, the moon, eating what was fresh, knowing how to get by. But this is not easy. A stranger waits for him at his door. His heart quickens.

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