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[november-golf]

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An infant crawls alone down a quiet parkpath. She is searching for her father and he is nowhere.

Near to her, Mikal passes his hand under the faucet of the public drinks fountain, and rubs the clean water up and across his skin, up to the elbow.

 "Had you met me yet?" Mikal asks his brother without turning from his routine.