End of day

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The village is in the middle of having dinner. If you go up the hill, you can hear loud voices and laughter from people's gardens from all directions. Dinners are noisy here. People come from the fields and are catching up. Towards the end women often start singing. In the evening it is always those quiet songs full of sorrow that everything here, joy, love, life is only temporary.

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