Is That How I Really Look?

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She was an old woman, skin brown and weather-beaten to a texture of a raisin, hunched over but still strong from working the earth for a living. Her home was a hut with packed-mud walls in the highlands of Vietnam, and she did not own a mirror. One day in the Spring she met a group of men from...


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