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... d welcoming the coming of night.
The village is hidden behind fruit trees, and the farmland is like a grid drawn with a ruler. It is so neat that not even a weed can be seen on the field ridges.
A group of naughty boys were playing with their bare feet on the beach, not cheering or complaining.
Everyone pretended not to hear my mother's shouts from the village entrance, and just looked forward to playing a little longer and going crazy a little longer.
Until one ...
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