Anna

安娜

I remember her… A girl from a small village. On the day we met she said her name was Anna. She seemed so nice as she was holding a baby goat in her arms and giving me a cute smile. I completely lost the sense of time beside her. We seemed to have known each other for ages. She was as open and sincere as a golden coin, sinless as an angel and so kind-hearted! She was so excited to tell me how she would pick up herbs along inarable lands between the rocks, and in winter, spin wool for the villagers.

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