The short Indian girl sporting her Dartmouth equestrian jacket and boots skipped up the stairs and slowed behind the brick wall, dusting the snow and salt off her boots before she walked out onto the open road. As I stared at her out the second-floor window of Feldberg I thought to myself, "I can see you, I can see you!"
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