
The female guard kept looking at my husband and me as if we were crazy. No one else was looking at the exhibit at the time, so he and I stood a few feet apart from each other at the glass, taking turns reading aloud our favorite passages from the different sections, then leap-frogging each other to get to another part of the scroll. Sounded like a 50s Village poetry reading, complete with appropriate cadence, echoing off the tall museum walls.

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