She rushes out to gather her clothes from the terrace, it's about to rain. That's when a gust of wind brings with it the fragrance of a WILD STONE man from the adjacent terrace. Drops of water begin to splatter over her, the clothes still cling to the clothes line. He plays a silent spectator to a performance she plays out just for him. He smiles on, because it's time for her to go; her mother-in-law beckons.

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