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So this is how the story starts. My husband’s grandpa once wandering around in one small village saw a woman weaving a rug. It was a hot summer day. She was so deep in her job that noticed neither the cruel sun heat nor the pain in her fingers. He suddenly sat next to her and started to watch the magic movements of her hands.
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