She put her hands on her chest and looked at the moon through the half-opened window. She closed her eyes gently. Smiled and went slowly. I called her Khatereh. She was bent and kind. She sat on her wooden chair slowly and told me a story patiently.. ...
She put her hands on her chest and looked at the moon through the half-opened window. She closed her eyes gently. Smiled and went slowly. I called her Khatereh. She was bent and kind. She sat on her wooden chair slowly and told me a story patiently...
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