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The shop glows amber at dusk, just like my cassia bark.
My family runs the village's small provision store; we're the ones with the creaky wooden counter and the old fan that groans all afternoon. My biggest worry is that the new supermarket in Mapusa will pull away our few customers—my father insists they won’t, but I see him checking the ledger more often. My favourite daily joy is sunset, when the light hits the shelves of cassia bark and spices and the whole shop glows amber.
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