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pointed to the roof tiles in the rice paddy.  The buzzing had been the wind blowing the tiles. 

Debris from the storm had clogged the spring behind the house and damaged the sod between the paddies.  Eels slithered in the mud in one paddy, and carp flopped in another.  "The rice is
destroyed," Chi said.   

On the hill above the paddies, they walked through the garden.  Chi pulled a two-foot white radish from the ground.  With his other hand he

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"She will have sons,"  the Grandfather
said ...

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Stories Copyright 1999
by Steve Gastineau
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