The Kazakh man held the Kazakhstan as she sobbed to the Aral Sea. Feeling the warmth of the Aral Sea's 'spirit' once more, she broke into a smile, wiping away her tears. "Thank you, Aral Sea, for being there for me when no one else was." She said through her tears.
The Kazakh smiled.
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Little Kazakhstan cried in the Kazakh man's arms, but she could see him. And not just him, but Older Kazakhstan, too.
"Don't be tired, lift the people's burden," said the Kazakh.
"I am the burden." She said, sobbing. "No one loves me, not even Kyrgyzstan."
"Not true, Kazakhstan. Your duty is to overthrow the evil dictatorship controlling our land. He is not even Turkic!" He exclaimed.
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Lovely Uzbekistan
SpiritualWhen everyone else embraced their ancestors, Uzbekistan sat away, alone.
