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Pottery Kiln Fire Keeper
At four o'clock in the morning, when the dew was still beading on the old tiled roof, Thach Van Khe got up, quickly put on a faded clay-colored Ba Ba shirt and walked out into the yard. At this time, Doi Sanh village was still immersed in light green darkness, with only the sound of roosters crowing in the distance mixed with the sound of Boi Giang river water gently lapping on the land bank. She passed by the row of jars lined up along the yard, her hand passed through each one like a habit she couldn't break, feeling the remaining moisture on the enamel of her rustic shirt, then stopped in front of the massive gourd tree hidden behind the bamboo grove - l...
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