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  • I kept my distance for two years. They were my students, and I their
    teacher. We needed distance. But toward the end, just before I was
    to leave them forever, they invited me for a day at the beach.

    They danced. They kicked around a football. Elton John (his real name)
    played his guitar and sang in Kriolu. I shared a panu with them. They
    shared their lunch with me. I watched as each leaned back on another,
    resting, expressing such a sweet and innocent love.

    Flow hadn't talked to me much that day. I approached him later and he
    wouldn't look at me.

    "Professor," he said, "it's going to hurt me."

    I squinted at him so I could see his face through the sunlight. I put my
    hand on him.

    "Flow," I replied, "I'm going to see you again. I promise."
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