on the way home walking by the swamp i see a dark haired girl and mister goes to her. i see the light in her eyes, the golden light, and sure enough she has a golden in brazil and misses him so. she just got here from new york where it was like 110 degrees and no beach and being from brazil she followed her instinct for the water and came to this perfect place, so i told her where the best spot is, under the poplar tree where the russian friend awaits. i imagine now their conversation...