Disembarking from the skiff, I felt wide awake and clear inside my head. The morning smelled different from any other I had known up until this one. The voices of the people sounded like music as they shouted from the river bank up the trail and beyond to the village. Voices of children, women, and men all sounding true to my ears, genuine, even though I could not understand a word that was said and not one of them did I know. The river had delivered me to this very place at this exact time and the moment was brilliant and unmistakeable. I walked toward the village with a gladness slowly rising inside me.
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