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He
opens
his
deforested
mouth
and
shows
me
the
damage
.
Indeed
,
he
has
lost
most
of
his
teeth
on
the
left
side
of
his
mouth
and
on
the
right
side
it
’
s
all
broken
,
hurtful
-
looking
yellow
stubs
.
He
fell
down
,
he
tells
me
.
That
’
s
how
his
teeth
got
knocked
out
.
I
tell
him
I
’
m
sorry
to
hear
it
,
then
try
again
,
speaking
slowly
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
remember
me
,
Ketut
.
I
was
here
two
years
ago
with
an
American
Yoga
teacher
,
a
woman
who
lived
in
Bali
for
many
years
.
"
He
smiles
,
elated
.
"
I
know
Ann
Barros
!
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
Ann
Barros
is
the
Yoga
teacher
’
s
name
.
But
I
’
m
Liz
.
I
came
here
asking
for
your
help
once
because
I
wanted
to
get
closer
to
God
.
You
drew
me
a
magic
picture
.
"
He
shrugs
amiably
,
couldn
’
t
be
less
concerned
.
"
Don
’
t
remember
,
"
he
says
.
This
is
such
bad
news
it
’
s
almost
funny
.
What
am
I
going
to
do
in
Bali
now
?
I
don
’
t
know
exactly
what
I
’
d
imagined
it
would
be
like
to
meet
Ketut
again
,
but
I
did
hope
we
’
d
have
some
sort
of
super
-
karmic
tearful
reunion
.
And
while
it
’
s
true
I
had
feared
he
might
be
dead
,
it
hadn
’
t
occurred
to
me
that
-
if
he
were
still
alive
-
he
wouldn
’
t
remember
me
at
all
.
Although
now
it
seems
the
height
of
dumbness
to
have
ever
imagined
that
our
first
meeting
would
have
been
as
memorable
for
him
as
it
was
for
me
.
Maybe
I
should
have
planned
this
better
,
for
real
.
So
I
describe
the
picture
he
had
made
for
me
,
the
figure
with
the
four
legs
(
"
so
grounded
on
earth
"
)
and
the
missing
head
(
"
not
looking
at
the
world
through
the
intellect
"
)
and
the
face
in
the
heart
(
"
looking
at
the
world
through
the
heart
"
)
and
he
listens
to
me
politely
,
with
modest
interest
,
like
we
’
re
discussing
somebody
else
’
s
life
entirely
.
I
hate
to
do
this
because
I
don
’
t
want
to
put
him
on
the
spot
,
but
it
’
s
got
to
be
said
,
so
I
just
lay
it
out
there
.
I
say
,
"
You
told
me
I
should
come
back
here
to
Bali
.
You
told
me
to
stay
here
for
three
or
four
months
.
You
said
I
could
help
you
learn
English
and
you
would
teach
me
the
things
that
you
know
.
"
I
don
’
t
like
the
way
my
voice
sounds
-
just
the
teensiest
bit
desperate
.
I
don
’
t
mention
anything
about
the
invitation
he
’
d
once
floated
for
me
to
live
with
his
family
.
That
seems
way
out
of
line
,
given
the
circumstances
.
