When my Naniji recalls the '71 war, she measures it in wool—how many sweaters knit by lantern-light for refugees passing through our village. She says the pherans were never about profit, just what a body needs against the cold. I keep those patterns in a ledger now, a different kind of evidence that what holds people together is often this simple, this tangible.
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