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Crina is one of my neighbours from Laslea. She looks older than she actually is – in part due to years of working in the fields, but also because she’s been struck by tragedy. Her only grandson, Kvet, died unexpectedly from what seemed to be a minor scratch – which then turned into a festering wound. Crina’s life fell apart after that. I know what she’s feeling and wish I could help her, but I’m not really sure how.
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