When I was eight (I think), I read a folklore collection that included a Central Asian folktale that I want to share with you. Since I was only eight, I no longer remember the name of the folktale, or the specific collection from whence it came (I do vividly remember the illustrations, but it is not helpful, I know).
The story went like this: two
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***thank you***
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I love our village. It's full of magic, creativity, colors, and people from everywhere, full of new ideas for the greater conversation.
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