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A carpet of dried maple leaves and the sound of two pairs of tiny feet squirreling around, crushing them beneath, abrupt spurs of giggle merging with the sound of the stream flowing nearby... a pair of deep blue eyes shining like sapphires from behind the coarse textured walnut trunk; kind and misch..

  A carpet of dried maple leaves and the sound of two pairs of tiny feet squirreling around, crushing them beneath, abrupt spurs of giggle merging with the sound of the stream flowing nearby... a pair of deep blue eyes shining like sapphires from behind the coarse textured walnut trunk; kind an..

  A carpet of dried maple leaves and the sound of two pairs of tiny feet squirreling around, crushing them beneath, abrupt spurs of giggle merging with the sound of the stream flowing nearby... a pair of deep blue eyes shining like sapphires from behind the coarse textured walnut trunk; kind an..

  A carpet of dried maple leaves and the sound of two pairs of tiny feet squirreling around, crushing them beneath, abrupt spurs of giggle merging with the sound of the stream flowing nearby... a pair of deep blue eyes shining like sapphires from behind the coarse textured walnut trunk; kind an..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..