The village we love.....

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A hand tapped my shoulder as I jumped I turned around and seen it was my friend Shannen, Shannen bowed her head to me to greet me this morning. Ever since a year when the elder died from a disease non of the girls have been able to talk, because the sickness carried out to our voices. Only a few girls who weren't in the village at the time are able to speak and there voices are begging to fade as we speak, unless we find a medicine able to help them. Shannen looked at me and sighed which mean she was showing that I was in a daze again and she wanted now what it was this time. I told her it was nothing, and we started to walk again when we headed the bell of the elder which means we must hurry and get to the yard of daisies were we sit down to have most of our meetings these days.
As we arrived to the daisy  garden the elder is sitting in the grass as the rest of the girls arrive she sighs us to sit in the grass, and it does not look like today is going to be a good meeting.....

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