After I die
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| Saramati Apples, Thanamir village, Nagaland |
Once there lived a boy who grew to be a man.
He started a family and lived in a farm.
He grew apples to support his family.
He died. His children buried him under an apple tree.
To associate the life of a man with growing apples is a
nice thing.
After I die, what will people think of when they think of
me?
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