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It was there in the grip of a mid-summer day that I found Hermano Masa standing near a mulberry tree. Against all expectations, he was not sheltering in the scanty shade but standing in the full glare of the sun. His forehead glistened with sweat; his shirt was dark with it. His face was full of fear.
This was the first time we had seen one another since the previous Christmas. I was delighted to find him at Cone Oasis, where I was working as a volunteer River Missionary for the summer. Though I had only known him for a week that Christmas, it felt as though I was greeting a long-lost friend.
