Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Two children stood by the Egyptian pond at the museum, gazing idly first at the mosaic of bright and tarnished coins in the pool, then at the panorama of winter park, and back. An old man approached, small, bent, with a roguish gleam in his eye.

"NO SKINNY DIPPING!" he screamed gleefully. "Not you," he said to the girl, "but you!" He pointed a gnarled, accusatory finger at her five-year-old brother. The two children stared up at him in abashed wonder.

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