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and he made his way to the river. He washed his hands and feet, rubbed his face and head, his hands, his legs and feet, and his back. He sat on the bank, looked up at the sun, and took the river in. The water was cold and it gave him goose bumps. The air was clear and the river carried a sweet smell. A few ducks paddled by, swimming by, dipping their bills in the water, or drinking. He heard a loud hoot. He turned to see a wood pigeon swoop down. The bird caught a fish in its claws and made for the far shore.
He lay on the bank and stared up at the sky. The birds flew up into the sky. When the birds arrived, there was a beautiful sunset. The birds flew over the trees and bushes and made a path for the sunlight. The golden light traveled down the length of the branches and into the forest. It illuminated all the birds and made them shine. He opened his eyes and smiled. He was happy because he was free, and because he had so much life in front of him. He lay there for a while longer, letting the sunlight and the river keep him company, and then he made his way to the village. He walked past the houses and looked for a small cottage. The windows were boarded up and the door was locked. He thought of a young woman who had been looking after the house. He wondered where she was. She had loved him as much as he had loved her. They would have made a good couple. She had been younger than him, and he had been the one to introduce her to his father. He had told her that his father had been a great man. She had said that his father had been very special, and she had wanted to marry him. He had thought she was crazy. His father was old, and had known better. He had been old-fashioned, and he had been shocked. His father had been shocked, and he had died. He found a young woman who worked as a cleaning woman. He asked her where she was staying. She had been living with another young woman, and they were taking turns at looking after the house. She told him that she was going to the river to collect firewood for cooking. He went with her. She cut some sticks of firewood from a bush and put them in a bucket. She walked down to the river. He followed her. He wanted to wash his face and body, as well as his feet. When she arrived at the river, she took off her clothes and laid them on the bank. She walked into the river, wading up to her knees and then her thighs. She got all wet and cold. When she reached the bank, she was very scared. She turned to see him, standing there, watching her. She got scared and called out, "Stop!"
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