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after knocking on several doors, it reached after seven.

before darkness hit, i knocked on one last door.

answering my hopes and prayers,

a kind old woman let me into her serene home.

she had a little parakeet that lived in a cage in her kitchen.

along with the bird, she lived with her two grandchildren.

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