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Before in the life of the rice farmers in the area of xxx, the village of my birth, there were wide fields and good earth and cool weather and mountains and forests, together in the life of the rice farmers of my village.
This led to the building of progress and ricefields and harvests. In the first year of the airplanes we still went to thresh rice in the ricefield. But the airplanes came and dropped bombs of napalm, burning our rice. It caused us to have no rice to eat. And in the holes in the forest still we had no rice to eat.
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