deeply connected to the river that ran through her village. Her whole life, the river had nourished her family with strong wheat, the sweetest red berries, and ample fruits that grew along her fertile banks. The river was where she had washed her son when he was small, where she gathered water for her ailing father, and where she had always cleansed herself after a long day of labour. Today was no different, for her at least.


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