When Moroccan girls bend heat-flushed faces to wash in mountain streams - running firm fingers across the brow, wide over cheeks, gently round mouth, cupping with cooling palms the eyes - and let the moisture dry calm on the skin, I think how you wash quietness across your troubled spirit till your forehead glows, as theirs do - cool, serene.

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