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Watching the moon set over the paddy, one row at a time.
My family has a small plot in the Imphal valley, but the city's edge keeps creeping closer, pushing up the price of everything except what we grow. I worry about the soil getting tired and the rains arriving wrong, but my joy is seeing the first green shoots after transplanting, knowing our hands put them there.
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