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First, I count, then I move
Read more: First, I count, then I moveBefore she picked a flower, she counted to three. Before she crossed the courtyard, she counted to three. Her grandmother…
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LAST NIGHT OF THE SAL TREE
Munni stepped over a stump. Then another. Bittu’s hand was small and hot inside hers.…
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THE MARE WHO CHOSE HER RIDER
There was a twelfth stall at the end of the row. Its door was shut…
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THE PALACE BEHIND NEELU’S EYES
Neelu did not like to sleep. “Sleeping is a waste,” she told her grandmother. “I…