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Her robe looked too wide for her, but somehow her hips always appeared somehow on both sides of the cavity of her stomach. She walked the grounds barefoot with her bony feet whose soles were always much whiter than her skin, and she always brought back from somewhere a vegetable or handful of grain.
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Rarely she would rise from her bed in the corner of the hut, sitting on the ground picking grains, placing them in a stone bowl and grinding them with a stone pestle. Translated by Geoffrey Vasiliauskas.