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  • Dorce and I met on a cloudy afternoon among men of opposing discourse on a mountain in a tropical forest on an island in Indonesia... We were the only women in the room. I could not take my eyes off of her. WHO is she?

    I knew she was watching me. I could not stop seeing her.

    We eventually made our way to conversation. It was hesitant and dishonest. There was no trust between us.

    We told incredible secrets.

    (To Be continued) Also, the music I have included with this story was performed by a group of musicians in Vayu Village.
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