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Nine octogenarian leftists arrive at the trail head for their annual trek through the woods, rucksacks on their backs. They sing songs of solidarity as they walk, single file, through the forest. Well into the wild, they hear shouts. They investigate and find a young woman mired in a bog. They find a solid patch of ground leading toward her and let up a rescue line: they pull her from the mud, and with hardly a word of thanks, she resumes her hike. The men take in her youth and the beauty of nature. They pause. They sing. As the sun sinks slowly on the horizon, it is not alone.