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... — simple, but warm. Living with Mom and Dad, I never once thought I was missing anything. Even though we didn’t have a lot, we didn’t need much. If something was missing, if there was a shortage in our home, all we had to do was ask a neighbor. They would give freely, and we would do the same.
Our village was small, quiet, self-sustainable. The people were kind, the streets safe, laughter a daily rhythm. There was almost no crime, and everyone lived happily. And so I was happy.
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