A mountain shrine hides among tall cedars and Jack makes his way,
head swirling with half-forgotten memories. His ears fill with the tumble of
water over rocks and he’s near dizzy with the scent of cedar when he passes the
spot where his father’s beehives rotted. He once had a bad asthma scare at this
spot and recalls the uncertainty of finding help. A pair of kindly strangers appeared
and alarmed at his symptoms, drove him back to the old house.
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