| 1 | "We used to work and eat," Ms. Devi said, her face etched by decades of blistering winters, her fingers thick from summers of tilling the soil. | |
| 2 | Cui Wei of the number of mountains can not outline your Wei; how many years can not be extraordinary portrait of the wind out of your face, Father, I thank you all for me. |
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