I had to give it a good think, but I do believe I’ve got it.

I live in a cabin, within walking distance of the village, but just barely. They say I’m a holy man, but I just tend to my corner of the woods while bearded and let folk reach their own conclusions.

A few times a week, someone drops by with a small basket of farm products and a head full of worries. I give them advice and comfort as I can, and I send them on their way, their heart lighter going out than coming in.

Le sigh.