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The old, Japanese man sat where he often did, lotus-style atop a boulder at the summit, looking west.
For several months, we’d pass him and Penny would go investigate, breaking his meditation with wags and snuffs. He’d shoo her away, annoyed. I’d try to say hello and apologize, but we shared no common language, though his glare seemed clear.
Again today, he lowered himself, Penny still playful at his feet. Rather than shoo her off, he reached down and scratched her head, smiling at us. And I realized with her boundless, goofy joy, she had bridged a gap we couldn’t.