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The next morning, we went to the market. The stalls smelled of frankincense from candles and the sharp, green promise of spring onions despite the season. She bartered for cheese like she was negotiating the fate of nations; I watched her barter and learned how economy could be an act of soft diplomacy. A kid at a neighboring stall tried to sell me a painted rock with a smile; I bought it. It had a face painted in a single, brave brushstroke. I placed it on the dashboard of the bus when I left.

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