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Outside a far-away chill sun is shining. Amalia and I move among the scattered groups, saying good-bye. Good-bye, Doña Pastora, to whom I'll never now give the pebbles from Chactajal; good-bye Doña Nati, walking in her new shoes in the dark; good-bye, good-bye, Don Jaime.
Away in the distance Comitán is waiting for us, crested with that yellow air made of the droning day-time and the bees. Away over there are the towers resting with folded wings; the houses the size of doves.