

Sitting on the grass, I let my hands fall to my lap, my fingers brushing against the ghungroo tied around my ankles. Their soft, rhythmic sound filled the stillness of the night, but it did little to ease the chaos within me.

Sitting on the grass, I let my hands fall to my lap, my fingers brushing against the ghungroo tied around my ankles. Their soft, rhythmic sound filled the stillness of the night, but it did little to ease the chaos within me.
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