You have done this before. You are certain of it the way you are certain of a smell.

The bus is the same. The driver is the same. The cicada shell on the dashboard is in a different place, which should not be possible.

The village is six days again. The tent is up. The steps are swept.

They look at you and their faces do something complicated, and you understand that they have been waiting for you to notice.

You have two people you can ask.

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