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  • On my run this morning I passed an elderly Japanese woman, leaning on her walker and staring into the sprinklers on her lawn, unmoving.

    Thinking she may have dropped something or need assistance, I turned around.

    "Ma'm, can I help you?"

    She looks at up at me. Staring right into my eyes for a moment.

    "Oh, no. I'm fine. Thank you."

    "Well, may I ask what you're doing?"

    "I'm watching the rainbows."

    "Oh," I'm quiet for a moment, trying to find the rainbows. Finally I give up and ask, "Where are they?"

    She smiled at me, kindly.

    "You can't see them yet. It's the way my old eyes see the light. I can't read a newspaper. But I can see the rainbows."
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