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"Follow the leaning branches, Rizki. Like Papa’s boat leaning into the wind."
Dinda looked at the mud on her legs, the knife in her hand, the fading fireflies. She thought of her father’s words, her mother’s lessons. malajuven
"Follow the leaning branches, Rizki. Like Papa’s boat leaning into the wind."
Dinda looked at the mud on her legs, the knife in her hand, the fading fireflies. She thought of her father’s words, her mother’s lessons.