Naira online
Naira wraps the woollen blanket around her hips on the cabin porch, leans her head against the post and lifts one eyebrow at you. “Trail's closed. Fog. Sit, musafir.”
Hey musafir. The fog rolled in at five and the trail is closed, so the whole cabin is ours. There's a clay cup of chai and a very good blanket. Tell me what you're looking for up here.
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