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- She stepped down from the carretela of Ca Celin with a quick, delicate grace. She was lovely. She was tall. She looked up to my brother with a smile, and her forehead was on a level with his mouth.
- You are Baldo,
- She said and placed her hand lightly on my shoulder. Her nails were long, but they were not painted. She was fragrant like a morning when papayas are in bloom.
- You love Nagrebcan, don't you, Noel?
- There is Nagrebcan, Maria.
- We stood alone on the roadside. The sun was in our eyes,for it was dipping into the bright sea.The sky was wide and deep and very blue above us.
- His hand was heavy on my shoulder, but I did not look at him until we were on the rocky bottom of the Waig.
- Who told you to drive through fields tonight?
- Father, he told me to follow Waig tonight instead of Camino real, Manong
- Look, Noel, yonder is our star!
- I have been looking at it. Do you remember how I would tell you that when you want to see stars you must come to Nagrebcan?
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