Whispers of the Fields A Dream Where Mom and Rice Are One
In the hush of the night, when the world is draped in silence, dreams weave their magic, painting pictures of our deepest desires and fears. Among the tapestry of the subconscious, there was a peculiar dream that danced in my mind, a dream where my mother...
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