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He is relieved that the simple act of climbing the stairs has reduced the stiffness in his legs. He moves with a calm swiftness through the hallway, climbs a steep flight of stairs and, using the key Maria had given him, steps through the door to the roof. His head turns upward and his eyes widen to drink in the expansiveness of the sky and he whispers a greeting to the Maker of the tented heavens. Hearing a footfall on the staircase behind him, he steps out onto the roof – it is still wet from the night’s rain – and waits, his back to the door as he surveys the sky.
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