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Every October, I wait for the black-necked cranes to return.

The birds fly over the highest mountains in the world to

winter in the soft wet fields of the Phobjika Valley where I

live. Here they grow fat, eating worms, slugs and the fallen

grains from the buckwheat we harvest each year.

Crane Boy

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