Her orange dress was a shooting start in the grey of market crowds. 

She walked towards me with her head held high. I wanted to take her picture but she said no. Instead, she grabbed me by the hand and made me sit on her bench. She put her hat on me and we talked. Rather she mostly smiled and held my hand. My brother took our picture. She let go of me quickly and said “one dollar for picture”. 

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